Page 207 of The Dryad Storm

“I can conjure more clothing if you burn it off,” I say.

“Is that an invitation?” he teases before sliding his hot mouth to the base of my neck and swirling his tongue in a tight spiral against my skin, heat radiating from the motion and rippling toe-curling sparks through my every line.

“That isabsolutelyan invitation,” I gasp.

Yvan stills, a more explosive energy suddenly coursing through his fire. “I’m going to take you with more fire than you could ever imagine,” he says as he raises his flaming gaze to mine, deadly serious, but with a spark of hesitation, as if he’s waiting for my full consent.

“I want you to,” I prod as I teasingly trace my fingers along his lower back then up along the base of his wings.

Yvan shivers, his mouth opening in a harsh exhale, his fire pulsinghard.

“You like being touched there?” I ask, lit up by his feverish response.

“Yes,” he barely manages, his whole body rigid, his breathing taking on a rough, uneven cadence.

Wicked delight surging, I run my fingers up along his wings’ silken edges.

Yvan’s fire explodes through our Wyvernbond as he grabs tighter hold of me. The room shifts and spins, and I’m suddenly on the bed, Yvan on top of me, desperately unfastening my clothing. I reach down to help him, just as desperate, his claws snapping to life and shredding through the fused leaves of my tunic and pantsas we tear the remnants off. Then he’s wresting hold of his own clothing and rapidly yanking it off his lean frame

Shocked delight sears through me, my breath catching as I gain a brief glimpse of his body before he captures my mouth in another intoxicating kiss, his body pressing on mine once more, his skin blazing hot.

The whole scene cuts out as flame streaks across my vision, as if the room surrounding us has caught fire, Yvan’s power flowing through me, searing away all thought. I wrap my legs around him, thrilling to the feel of his desire pressed hard against me.

“Elloren,” he rasps, eyes incendiary with blistering heat, waiting for me to give him full leave to release it.

In answer I take hold of his hips and pull him insistently closer, capturing his mouth with mine as I send my fire straight through him then snake a hand between us. Yvan lets out a tight gasp as I grip hold of him, our eyes meeting in a sweep of fiery intention as I breathlessly guide him, both of us hurtling toward a molten precipice.

Yvan joins with me in a rush of fire so hot my body arches against him, a hard groan escaping his lips as his body trembles against mine.

“My love...” he gasps in Lasair, every muscle tensed as he forcibly stills himself, his fire coursing through us, the pressure of our connection sending hot, pulsing sparks of pleasure through me.

The sensations are so surprisingly intense, it’s almost unbearable as we fall into a slow then confident rhythm, the pulsing force of it growing tighter and hotter as I sense him reading my fire, finding just the right motion, an explosive rush of heat building.

With one strengthening wave of ecstasy after another, our bodies grow slick with fiery want. The hot pleasure builds, unbearably intense, then crests and explodes into an inferno of flame, sun rivaling in its intensity. I cry out, overtaken, melding and fusing into Yvan’s fire as he lets out a guttural groan, flame erupting around us as I’m flooded with the full force of his heat.

Yvan stills inside me, the two of us breathing hard, his rough exhalation hot against my shoulder as we clutch tight hold of each other and the flames die down around us.

Love floods through me and is instantly met with a returning rush of love from him, the emotion in it so vivid it’s almost painful. Overcome, I kiss his slickshoulder as it dawns on me—this was his first time.

The thought is bittersweet, another rush of feeling edging into the swirling haze of pleasure that’s overtaken me along with his fire.

Yvan pushes himself slightly up and looks deep into my eyes. He’s still breathing hard, his angular face flushed. He makes no move to separate us as his grip on my hip loosens into a caress, my legs still wrapped around him, my breathing ragged. His gaze turns slightly questioning, a stunned awe in it, as if he’s been rendered speechless, all the words burned out of him.

“You were a bit pent-up,” I finally manage, giving him a small, awestruck smile.

He huffs out a breath. “A bit,” he agrees. His lips lift into a slight, knowing smile as he glances toward where we’re still quite joined before his gaze returns to mine, serious now, an ardent heat in his eyes. “Was that all right, Elloren?” he asks, his powerful body glistening, his naked form a thrill to behold. “I threw out... quite a lot of fire.”

I lick my still-hot lips, wanting his kiss and fire back on them, his hot tongue in my mouth. “That wasincredible, Yvan.”

He lets out what sounds like a breath of relief, then leans in to tenderly kiss my neck, lingering at the base of it before kissing my temple and my lips, slow and sensual, and I surrender to his instinctual Wyvern finesse. Or maybe, I fervidly consider, he’s just naturally, stunningly good at this.

“I love you,” he says with ragged passion.

“I love you too,” I respond, my voice breaking around the emotion. Around everything we had to go through to finally get to this place. To finally be this to each other.

To finally beeverythingto each other.

“I love you in every possible way,” he says in passionate Lasair, his forehead coming to mine, his wings fanned out around us. “I’ll love you forever, ti’a’lore.” And then he’s kissing me again between murmuring Lasair endearments.

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