Page 46 of Miles

“Yes.”

And he parted my folds, sinking deep into me, wiping away every other thought but the startling, mind-numbing pleasure of him. He groaned through gritted teeth, pulling back to drive forward again. Again. Taking control the way his dragon wanted him to. There was still so much for me to learn, and this was my first lesson.

I lost myself gladly, arms and legs wrapped around him, letting him take me the way he wanted to—the way I wanted him to.

His thrusts sharpened, deepened, sped up until our bodies crashed together and I realized another orgasm was already building.

I realized he was saying something, too. With every thrust. Mine. Mine. Whispering it against my throat as he thrust.

I held him tighter, overjoyed, whispering back that yes, I was his. I would always be his. He had given me my life back, and I would love him until the day I died because that was how it was supposed to be. From the moment I opened my eyes and saw him sitting there, so concerned about me. I was his, forever.

I clenched around him, moaning softly as I did, and he slammed into me one more time before finding his own release.

I was never so happy, so satisfied in my entire life. And so full of hope for the future.

We stayed that way for a while, wrapped up in each other, still connected. Our gasps for air eventually quieted down until the room was silent. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to break the sweet, solemn, almost holy feeling of it all.

“I love you,” I whispered, kissing his shoulder and the side of his head. “I love you so much.”

“I love you.” He raised himself up, and I was glad to see he was smiling. I had satisfied the dragon. It was a real boost to my ego.

He settled in behind me again, clutching me close. I belonged to him, wholly and completely. My shoulder ached slightly—when I noticed the bite mark, I craned my neck to shoot him a confused look. “What’s that?”

“You didn’t notice at the time?”

“I guess I was a little… overcome,” I grinned.

“That’s a mark. You’re mine now. It’s what we do. One of the many things I have to tell you about us.” He frowned. “Does it hurt?”

“No. Just a little ache. But it’s almost pleasant. Like after a workout.”

“I think you just got a workout, didn’t you? I know I did.”

“Just call me your personal trainer.”

He laughed. “I would be all right with you whipping me into shape, if every workout were like that.”

The sky was beginning to lighten, revealing the damage done to the grounds during the storm.

“We’ll have to leave soon,” I murmured, realizing I would never see St. Lucia again. Realizing I didn’t care. I would be leaving nothing behind. Nothing worth missing.

“We will.”

“And you’ll go home? With Gate and Martina?”

“You’re coming home with me too. You know that, right?”

“I do.”

“I haven’t even told you where home is yet,” he murmured, chuckling softly as he kissed my shoulder.

I closed my eyes, burrowing deeper into his embrace. “You poor thing. Don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“You don’t have to tell me where we’re going. Home is where you are.”

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