Page 208 of The Dryad Storm

Before long, the kissing grows more heated, and the tips of his claws brush gently against my sides.

He stills, and I can feel his desire rising once more.

“Elloren,” he says, almost hesitant, while his Icaral body is anything but. “Can I take you again?” His voice is throaty, and my own scorching need rises in a fiery tide alongside his.

I press my palms to his chest and gently push. He follows my lead, letting me rollus both over until I’m straddling him, my hands now pressing his wrists into the bed, his fiery eyes widening then narrowing with wicked surprise.

I give him a sultry smile as my gaze rakes his slick form, his wings spread out beneath us. “No, Yvan,” I croon. “This time I’ll takeyou.”

I’m awakened by Yvan’s kiss on my shoulder, the view from the room’s small window still night dark. Drowsily I stir, heat kindling then surging through my rootlines as I find myself wrapped in Yvan’s embrace, his chest to my back, his arms around my waist, his breath warm on my neck.

He’s awake.

So very muchawake.

His body feverish with desire, his fire power churning with want.

I draw in a quavering breath and run my hand along the arms he has wrapped around me, my own fire quickly kicking up to burn as bright as his.

His hot fingertips trace down my abdomen, then over my hip, trailing flame. He pauses, his fire reading the rapid-fire rise of my desire, my heartbeat tripping over itself as he slides his hand around my thigh and coaxes my leg up.

I’m instantly caught up in the heart-thuddingly exciting feeling that we’re thieves, stealing something forbidden from the night, as I press myself back against him and he lets out a groan against my neck, his muscles tensing, his power growing incandescently hot. My mouth falls open in surprise as he smoothly joins us, a cry of astonished pleasure escaping my lips, his heat overwhelming.

I can’t hold back the moan as his fire spirals through me, one of his wings flicking forward to arc around me as he pulls me insistently closer.

“Elloren...”

My head arches back, my mouth falling open with another moan as he thrusts his body and fire into me again, then again, heat building, the two of us lost to this deep-night haze of pleasure and flame.

A harder surge of his fire flashes through me, the power and force of his want intensifying. The motion of his flame grows unbridled, his grip on my hips firming as he presses his mouth to the arch of my neck and I push back against him, wanting more of the delirious flame and pleasure, wanting to merge with Yvan so completely we’ll turn liquid andfuse.

I reach up and run my fingers along his wing’s edge.

Yvan’s fire ignites into an inferno, a low hiss torn from his mouth before heregains a semblance of control, his rhythm increasingly powerful. His hand slides down my waist, my stomach, tentatively trailing lower as I sense his fire intently reading mine, guiding him toward my most sensitive spot.

Pressing lightly down, he spirals fire through it.

Ecstasy arcs through my body, bowstring tight, the pleasure so intense, it’s almost shattering. “Gods,Yvan...”

Another blast of pleasurable heat scorches through me as his core fire rides my lines. I gasp and hurtle over our power’s blazing edge, lit up like a star as Yvan sends every bit of his flame through my body in a volcanic surge and gives in to his own explosive release. Quivering, I bask in his overwhelming heat and maleness, my whole body arching against his.

We still, and I pull in a shuddering breath, his arms tight around me, his chin pressed to my shoulder, his breath coming in a harsh, uneven cadence, one gasp after another.

After a long moment, our grip on each other loosens as we lie there, seeming stunned anew by each other.

“Ancient One,” I half whisper, half gasp. “Yvan...”

He kisses my shoulder. “My beautiful fire mate. My flame. My true flame,” he murmurs in Lasair as his fire aura whips ardently around me,

Love for him fluttering through my heart, I slide forward slightly, and he pivots himself back, breaking our connection. I roll over to face him, and he takes my hand in his, caressing it lovingly before raising it to kiss the image of III on my palm.

We exchange a look of sheer adoration, his fire a reverberating pulse through my body, a tingling pleasure still coursing through my every line. I huff out a sound of astonishment, and he gives me an almost abashed look before he rolls onto his back, fingers threaded through mine, and runs his free hand through his tousled, crimson hair, absently grabbing hold of the base of one of his horns.

“You’re...fiery,” is all I can manage.

His lips slant up as he turns to face me, humor glinting in his gaze. “I’m dragon’kin, Elloren.”

“I know but... you’re so reserved on the surface, and you’reincredibleat... this.” I can’t get enough of him. I want to join with him without ceasing.

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