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“I—I’ve never done any of this before.” A pink bloom spreads across her cheeks as she stumbles over her words. “I have heard many things about coupling, but I did not know that this was something men did.”

Pleased at the reminder that no man has ever touched her, primal possessiveness floods my veins like liquid fire. “I am not a man.” A deep growl builds in the back of my throat. “I am a Dragon. And Dragons always pleasure their mates.”

“Always?” she asks, a faint teasing grin on her lips despite her shyness.

I move my tail up from her ankle to her knee and gently part her legs. I guide first one and then the other over my shoulders. “Always,” I growl. Her gaze holds mine as I dip my head between her thighs and drag my tongue through her slick folds.

A low moan escapes her as I concentrate on the small pearl of flesh at the apex, gently applying pressure with my lips and my tongue.

“Right there.” She moans, digging her heels into my shoulders as she writhes beneath me.

I band an arm across her waist, holding her in place as I continue my ministrations. I am desperate to be inside her, but her taste is so exquisite, and I love all the small sounds she makes as I give her pleasure, that I am not ready to stop. Not until she cries out my name as she finds her pleasure.

“This feels so good,” she breathes.

Pride moves through me at the knowledge that I am pleasing my mate. I want her addicted to this—to my touch—because I plan to take her every night for the rest of our lives.

Her entire body tenses a moment before my name rips from her throat as she floods my tongue with the sweet nectar of her release.

I quickly move up her body, sealing my lips over hers. When I pull back, her eyes are wide with desire. Desperate to fully claim her, I start to roll her onto her stomach, but she puts a hand on my chest to stop me.

Worry fills me, and I wonder if she has changed her mind. Perhaps she does not want me as her mate after all.

“I want to stay like this,” she whispers. “I want to see your face while we make love the first time.”

Although I have never mated with anyone before, when we are educated about coupling, we are taught that the proper position is from behind. But perhaps that is because the mating battle is usually violent. A male must conquer the female to prove he is strong before she will allow him to mate with her.

As I stare down at my T’kara, I am glad we did not battle. I dislike the idea of trying to conquer her, when all I want to do is worship her entire body.

“As you wish, my beautiful fire heart.”

I lean down and press my lips to hers and she opens herself even more to me, cradling my hips between her thighs.

I notch the tip of my stav at her entrance and stare deep into her eyes as I slowly begin to push inside her.

CHAPTER48

FREYJA

Tight heat blooms in my core as Aurdyn slowly begins to enter me. I bite back a gasp as he pushes through my barrier. With each roll of his hips, my body begins to relax at the invasion as he carefully advances.

“You’re so tight,” he rasps.

A tear slips down my cheek and he stills, gritting his teeth as if it is taking every bit of his concentration to maintain his control.

“Are you all right?”

“I just need a moment to adjust,” I whisper.

He presses a series of tender kisses to my lips, cheeks, and brow as my body adjusts to the fullness inside me.

A small burst of warmth deep in my core turns my discomfort to pleasure. “What was that?” I whisper.

“It is some of my essence to soften your womb so your body will accept my seed.”

I do not point out that it is unlikely we can even have children because we are different species. Instead, I push down my sadness, and allow myself to dream of a future with my Dragon.

I arch up into him, and he begins to stroke deep inside me. I moan as the ridges of his length create a delicious friction in my channel.

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