Mated to the Ocean Dragon (Elemental Mates 3)

“My mate,” he murmured hoarsely. “Forever.”

“Forever,” she gasped, winding her arms around his neck. “Make me yours.”

“You’re already mine,” he said, a soft growl in his voice.

And then he pushed into her.

Liana gasped, moaning as he filled her. He felt large, almost too large—but there was no pain, only an incredible feeling of being stretched, and the overwhelming sensation of Timothy inside her.

Another moan escaped her when he drew back, and then slowly pushed back in.

Ripples of pleasure ran through her. The sensation made her gasp. It was as if every nerve inside her body had suddenly come alive.

She hadn’t even known that it was possible to feel so much. Now every inch of her skin tingled as if electricity was flowing between them. Her inner walls tightened around Timothy, pleasure flooding through her with each of his thrusts.

His mouth nuzzled against her throat. She could feel his breath hot against her skin. He still smelled like sunshine and salt water, now mingled with the musk of his desire.

Moaning again, she tightened her hold on him, needing more, needing him deeper.

And with the next thrust, he slipped his fingers between their bodies. Even as she gasped for breath, helplessly arching against him, his finger found her clit, circling the sensitive nub.

Sparks of pleasure raced through her, making her tremble—and then pleasure crashed over her like a wave, carrying her away with it.

With pulse after pulse, her body tightened around Timothy in desperate pleasure. She moaned his name as she clung to him, closing her eyes as he kept stroking her demandingly. His caresses made her orgasm last and last until she didn’t even know where one ended and the next began.

And then, at last, his own thrusts began to falter, every muscle in him tightening as he groaned against her skin.

She could feel him coming, his release hot inside her as he shuddered against her. He drew her away with him into one last, slow climax that rolled through her almost lazily, like ripples spreading through a pond. Overwhelmed, she arched, her body tingling with pleasure down to the tips of her toes and her fingers.

Even as she gasped for breath, she could see the light of their bond again. It wrapped all around them now, like ribbons of gold. They kept tightening with every pulse of ecstasy until at last, they were completely surrounded by it, and she couldn’t say anymore where she ended and where Timothy began.

And then the light slowly receded. Instead, warmth began rushing in.

Warmth, exhaustion, and overwhelming love and joy.

Timothy. Those were Timothy’s feelings.

Awed, she reached out to touch his cheek.

He smiled at her. His eyes were luminous, the bright azure of the Caribbean ocean. His skin was flushed and damp with sweat, his hair tousled.

He’d never looked more glorious, or more alive.

And he was all hers, just as she was all his now.

Contentedly, she allowed him to draw her against his side as he pulled back, settling down in a way that wouldn’t put any pressure onto his injuries.

His chest already looked much better. The red, raw looking skin was reduced to a patch no larger than her palm.

He laughed softly as he noticed her look of surprise.

“I told you, you’re helping me heal.”

“How convenient,” she said, unable to hold back her answering smile. “But next time, let’s do this without the excuse of injuries, hmm?”

“No more injuries or battles,” he promised, nuzzling her cheek.

He sounded exhausted and happy and proud, his arm tightening around her waist to hold her pressed against him.