Page 47 of Dragon’s Rebel

He moved his mouth swiftly up her body, small bites in her most sensitive places, each one sending an aftershock through her.

He nipped the strong tendon of her neck near her shoulder, resting himself on his elbows, tangling his fingers in her hair.

“I need you,” he breathed in her ear.

She reached down to his shaft, guiding it into her. Feeling her wet and hot and tight around him was so overwhelming he had to stop for a moment, letting the feelings rush over him.

Nothing else could ever be this good, this right.

Rebel raised her knees, wrapping her strong legs around him and pulling him deeper inside her. “Yes,” she murmured. “More.”

A groan forced its way out of Thorne’s throat. He felt desperate. The shadow of death still hovered over his shoulder—how close he’d come to losing his life, failing his mission.

He’d come so close to never experiencing this.

But she’d brought him back. He could feel magic gathering in his chest, in the base of his spine, and he pulled back and thrust deeply into her.

Another moan wrenched through him, matched by hers. He began stroking her, trying to make it last because this was the best feeling on earth, in all the worlds, joining with his mate and sharing her pleasure.

Thorne felt as if he were rising out of his body once more, hurtling toward a release that would take them both to a place they’d never experienced before.

They were moving together now, one body, one spirit, no longer able to feel a separation between them.

And then they were both flying without wings, soaring in the endless blue sky, surrounded by light and heat and sunshine. Joy surged through him, sudden and unexpected, and he gave one final thrust and surrendered.

To joy.

To her.

To his mate.

Yours, he said in his mind. Always yours.