Epilogue
Paul gently set Morian down on her feet in the center of the room and stepped back. His eyes glittered with the gold of his dragon. They both wanted their mate. They had been totally selfish over the last three months, but Paul felt like he had a lifetime of emptiness to make up for. He reached out and touched Morian’s soft cheek, letting the back of his fingers skim down it to run along her jaw.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured quietly, his eyes following his fingers as he traced her slightly parted lips. “So damn beautiful,” he said.
Morian slipped her tongue out and touched his fingers as they moved across. A sense of feminine power filled her at his swiftly indrawn breath. She parted her lips further, inviting him to touch them again. When he brushed his thumb across her
