“Yes.” The word left him on a shaky sigh, bringing with it a strange serenity within the fire of need burning with the dragon fire beneath his skin. Feeling sense slip away, leaving her to grasp at his hand to pleasure her, clutching and clawing and crying out for him again and again...

My mate. Hearing those words fall from her lips in the heat of passion lit a fire in the pit of his chest that once held his heart. Every gap in his armor was filled by it, every weakness protected, every dark corner filled by her light—a light that belonged to him, and to him alone.

At her urging, he stroked her clit as he felt his own release crash over him with a few more urgent thrusts, dragging her with him over the edge as that beautiful, thoughtless cry left her mouth and branded her as completely, perfectly, eternally his.