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Kian smiled and lowered his face to inhale her intoxicating scent.

The dragon roared for him to hurry.

But Kian was determined to take his time.

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KINSLEY

Kinsley closed her eyes, hands clenching the sheets, as she tried to bear the towering, teasing pleasure of Kian’s hungry mouth on her sex.

He moaned against her, lapping and lashing with his tongue as he slid a finger against her, and then a second one.

She felt the pleasure trying to crest again and again. Each time Kian would hold back, then apply his tongue and hands to her again, coaxing her frantic body toward the elusive peak, only to leave her straining for his touch.

“Please,” she finally cried out in despair. “Kian, please.”

When he sat back on his heels, she nearly wept.

Then he crawled up to her, covering her body with his.

“Kinsley,” he murmured, his voice a deep rasp. “There may be some pain. You can stop me if you need—”

But she cut him off with a passionate kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him close.

She could feel the rigid heat of him throbbing against her belly, the rhythm the same as the pulse she felt between her legs.

Then he was pulling back to kiss her forehead, her eyelids, and the tip of her nose.

“I will be yours, Kinsley Agate,” he whispered as he took himself in his hand and pressed against her heat. “And you will be mine.”

There was pleasure, and then a stretching pain as he slowly pressed inside.

Kinsley closed her eyes, drinking it all in, even the pain.

I will be yours, and you will be mine.

Could anything be sweeter than that knowledge? It would be worth all the pain in the world.

Kian stilled when he was fully seated inside her.

“Gods, but you feel good,” he gritted through a clenched jaw.

The pain faded, leaving nothing but bare desire in its place.

Kinsley clung to him, tilting her hips up, begging him wordlessly to move.

He growled her name and withdrew, filling her again with a groan of pleasure.

Kinsley lost track of her own sounds. There was only Kian, using his body to bring her to a peak of pleasure like nothing she could ever have imagined.

This time, when her body was rigid with tension, he slid a hand between them to massage her in the most sensitive, needy place.

The pleasure lifted her, and then broke into convulsions of rapture so intense that she clung to him, keening.

He cried out her name and then she felt his throbs joining hers as he jetted his heated essence into her again and again.

At last, she was wrung out and limp. As her head hit the pillow, she found herself laughing with joy.