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I gasp as he slides one thick finger inside me, arching into his touch.
He captures my mouth in a claiming kiss as his hand continues to move between my thighs, driving my desire higher with his touch.
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips, pressing closer, my hips rocking helplessly into his hand. “Only you, Thalric. Always.”
A deep rumble of approval rises in his throat before he crushes his lips to mine in a searing kiss as his fingers move steadily inside me, balancing me on the edge of my desire.
My hearts flutter wildly as I give myself over to his touch, his mouth, and his powerful form over mine. My entire body goes taut a moment before my pleasure crests, and I cry out his name as I shatter, clinging to him as waves of ecstasy ripple through me.
My eyes snap open and I gaze around in confusion. Thalric isn’t here. Breathless and panting, I’m tangled up in the sheets.
Disappointment fills me as I realize it was only a dream. Gods, it felt so real. My body is still trembling with my climax from his phantom touch.
Thunder cracks and a sudden flash of lightning illuminates my chambers as rain patters against the windows.
The balcony doors, still slightly ajar, suddenly swing open with a heavy gust of wind. A large form alights on the railing, and a smile curves my mouth as I recognize the shape.
It’s Thalric.
Folding his massive wings behind him, he enters the room. Rain streams down the chiseled planes of his abdomen and chest, soaking his loincloth until it clings to him like a secondskin. His fierce golden eyes meet mine, searing me with their intensity.
His powerful muscles ripple beneath his rain-slick skin, water dripping from his dark hair onto the floor as he moves closer. He stops abruptly, his nostrils flaring as he scents the air.
“I can scent your need, Aurora,” he growls, his expression full of fiery possession. “Tell me, was it the Fae prince who inspired it?”
“No,” I snap, embarrassment and indignation burning through me. “I was dreaming about you!”
Thalric goes utterly still, shock flickering across his features before his eyes darken with desire.
My breath catches as he closes the remaining distance between us, his powerful muscular form overwhelming my every sense as he cups my jaw, tilting my face up to his.
“Aurora.” His voice is rough as his gaze holds mine, full of hunger. “You should not say such things.”
Before I can respond, he crushes his mouth to mine in a passionate kiss, stealing the breath from my lungs.
CHAPTER 36
THALRIC
Desire floods my veins as I capture her mouth with my own. Crushing her to my chest, I stroke my tongue against hers, desperate to claim her entirely.
She moans as her body molds against mine, the heat of her center pressing directly against my length. I long to sink deep into her body.
Gods help me, but I am lost as her hands slide over my shoulders, her blunt nails digging into my skin. Primal instincts surge through me and press her back against the wall. I groan as she wraps her legs around my waist, her hips arching into mine.
My stav is painfully hard and erect, straining against the thin barrier of fabric separating us. My knot expands, throbbing with a need so intense it nearly drives me mad. Grinding myself shamelessly against her, I nearly lose myself entirely when her breath hitches and she breathes my name out like a prayer.
“Aurora,” I rasp, my voice rough with desire as she tightens her legs around me, locking her ankles at the base of my spine, pulling me even closer.
Her body is soft and yielding even as she clings to me, demanding more. Everything in me demands that I mark her, and claim her fully, sinking my fangs into the tender flesh at her throat and filling her with my essence, branding her as my mate.
She is mine. Only mine. Always mine.
But beneath this intense need burns a painful truth. Her life is not truly hers or mine. If I claim her… if I take her fully and give in to this primal need, she risks everything.
I drag my mouth from hers with a tortured groan, pressing my forehead against hers as I struggle to control my ragged breathing. Her sweet, intoxicating scent floods my senses, her warmth seeping into my skin.
Gritting my fangs, my resolve nearly breaks as she looks up at me, her eyes glazed, and her lips swollen from our kisses.
