Standing on the balcony of the Palace-like restaurant, Dom and Iris forgot the troubles of the past or planning for the future. All that remained was the present moment.
The moment, where under the Milkyway, in front of the distant city lights, they tasted the nectar of each other's lips that they had been yearning for since their first intimate encounter. All Iris could think about was how Dom's strong arms enveloped her and held her delicately like some porcelain doll. All Dom could focus on was how his mate's plump lips tasted and how she allowed herself this moment.
This intimate dance of lips and slight tongue was what their respective dragon and wolf had been yearning for since their first encounter. Iris felt her wolf howl just as Dom felt his dragon sigh in pleasure. When Dom an
