Page 55 of Conning Her Dragonkin Boss

I take a breath, my heart pounding.

“I swear,” I whisper.

Khanner lets out a breath, low and satisfied.

The crowd erupts into applause.

We are crowned dragon and mate once more, our reign sealed with a ceremonial kiss.

His lips brush mine—soft at first, teasing, reverent.

But then his hand cups my face, his thumb skimming my jaw, and his kiss deepens.

The world falls away.

There is only him.

Only us.

Later,when the celebration begins, I let Khanner pull me onto the dance floor.

The music swells around us, a slow, elegant melody.

His hands settle at my waist, firm and grounding.

I glance up at him, my thoughts still tangled in what happened earlier.

“How real was that for you?” I murmur.

Khanner’s lips twitch.

He doesn’t even pretend to misunderstand.

“Very real.”

I bite my lip. “So… what about an actual wedding?”

His gaze flickers with amusement, but his hold on me tightens.

“Sunny,” he murmurs, his voice low, rough, utterly devoted.

“I already consider you my mate.”

Warmth floods my chest.

“But,” he continues, his golden eyes glinting under the lantern-lit ballroom, “if you need a ceremony, I will be honored to have one.”

My breath catches.

There is no hesitation.

No doubt.

Only certainty.

Only Khanner.

My dragon.

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