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A soft chuckle escaped Brivul as he leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead. “We were made to fit together perfectly,” he assured her. “And I promise, I’ll make it good for you.”

Mila believed him. She allowed him to guide her, his hands sure and steady as he positioned her above him.

“Just take it at your own pace,” he instructed, his voice a low, comforting murmur.

With a deep breath to steady herself, she lowered herself onto his primary shaft, feeling the stretch and burn as her body adjusted to his girth. Brivul watched her closely, his hands resting lightly on her hips.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

“Yes,” she breathed, the initial shock giving way to a warm, full sensation that was surprisingly pleasant. “It’s… it’s really intense.”

“Just let yourself feel,” he said, his thumbs tracing soothing circles on her skin. “Let your body tell you what it needs.”

Mila listened to his words, closing her eyes and focusing on the sensations coursing through her. She moved, tentatively at first, but soon found a rhythm that felt right. Brivul matched her pace, his own movements restrained but powerful. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating through her.

Their bodies soon moved together at an urgent pace as their arms wrapped tightly around each other. The coil of tension within her tightened once more, the pressure building with each stroke of Brivul’s length inside her.

“Brivul… I think… I’m going to…” She gasped, her voice trailing off as the world around her shattered into a thousand points of light.

“That’s it,” Brivul groaned, his own climax swiftly following hers. “Let go.”

Mila cried out as her orgasm crashed over her, the intensity of it leaving her breathless and trembling. She collapsed ontoBrivul’s chest, her body still spasming with the aftershocks of her release.

They lay together in the quiet aftermath, their hearts beating in sync as they both struggled to catch their breath. Brivul’s arms were wrapped tightly around her.

“That was… magical,” Mila murmured, her face buried in his chest.

“It was,” Brivul agreed, his voice hoarse with emotion. “Because it was with you.”

As they basked in the glow of their shared experience, Mila knew she had found something truly special with Brivul. It wasn’t just the mind-blowing orgasms, though those were certainly unforgettable. It was the tenderness, the connection, and the sense of belonging she felt when she was with him.

Chapter 24

Brivul

Sunlight filtered through thegauzy curtains of the luxury suite. Brivul watched the golden rays dance across Mila’s peaceful face as she slept curled against his chest. Her dark hair spilled across the silk pillows, and her steady breathing matched the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Mine,” he whispered, running his fingers through her silken strands. The word felt right on his tongue.

He breathed in her sweet scent, memorizing every detail of this moment. The warmth of her pressed against his scales. The way her hand rested over his heart. The slight smile that curved her lips even in sleep.

His warrior’s instincts remained alert, but for the first time since leaving his post as general, he felt at peace. Complete. The emptiness that had haunted him vanished the moment she’d intimately accepted him.

A lock of hair fell across her face. Brivul brushed it back, his touch feather-light to avoid waking her. She deserved her rest after everything she’d been through. Everything they’d been through together.

“I’ll always keep you safe,” he promised in a low whisper.

The morning sun caught the birthmark on her temple, highlighting it like a crown. His fierce, brilliant mate who’d survived so much and still maintained her fire. Who challenged him and matched him step for step.

He tightened his hold on her ever so slightly, his protective instincts surging. The thought of anyone trying to take her from him now made his blood boil. But she wasn’t some damsel to be coddled. She was his equal, his partner.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she snuggled closer in her sleep. Brivul smiled, his violet eyes soft as he watched over her. For the first time since that failed mission, he felt like himself again.

Mila soon stirred in his arms. The moment her eyes opened, she stiffened and pulled away slightly. Brivul’s chest tightened at her retreat.

“Good morning.” His voice came out rougher than intended.

“Morning.” She clutched the silk sheet to her chest, not meeting his gaze.

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