Ember (The Dragao 1)

I moaned loudly. He cursed harshly.

And then he fucked me, holding on to my waist as he made me take all his massive dick, as he thrust back and forth into my willing body and kept his gaze locked on mine.

He fucked me. He made love to me. Azar showed me with his body and touch and kiss how much I meant to him.

“Mine,” he roared.

Yes. I was only his.

And as my mate claimed me, as he loved me and kissed me and held me close, I knew my future was forever sealed.

There would never be me or him. We would never be singular. I knew in my heart, my soul, the very makeup of who and what I was, that until we both took our last breath, it would always be us.

The End.