His eyes were dangerous. “What am I, Liera?” He challenged me before sealing his mouth to mine again, his lips full of alpha demand as he peeled the beautiful dress from me and brought my skin against his.
I sobbed out a breath. The feel of his skin against mine was glorious, and all rational thought abandoned me, leaving behind a primal need, a craving, that only he could satisfy. “Aurien.”
“Yes,” his reply was hoarse, his lips against my throat. “And?”
“My dragon,” I wrapped my arms around him as he lifted me, striding across to the cave with the bed.
“Yes,” he agreed, laying me onto the furs and covering my body with his. “And what do you want me to do?”
I whimpered. “Aurien.” I did not have the words for what he was asking me to say, and the ones that came to mind were
