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“What?”

“That it’s almost like I can feel your thoughts now. I can’t see them or hear them, but I can sense them. I knew what you were going to say to Selene before you said a word. Isn’t that wild?”

“Not wild,” I whispered. “Perhaps it has something to do with the connection Callie created between us. Or, perhaps…” I drew her face closer, unable to hold back any longer. I had already waited a lifetime to kiss this woman. “Perhaps it is simply because you were meant to be mine, and I was meant to be yours.”

“Meant to be,” she breathed, before my mouth covered hers and anything else she’d been about to say was swept away in the tide. She did not need to speak. My dragon felt her intentions plainly.

Her hand curled around the back of my neck, pulling me down until she was beneath me on the bed. “Maybe we shouldn’t,” she gasped between kisses, even as her body arched to meet mine time and again, sending explosions of pure pleasure racing through me.

It was too late for shouldn’t, too late for second thoughts as to the time or place.

She shivered, melting into my embrace.

My dragon had to have her, had to mark her as ours forever.

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