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“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a thrill through her. His hands moved to her shoulders, his touch firm but gentle as he guided her under the stream of water.

The warmth enveloped her instantly, soothing her skin and washing away the remnants of their earlier passion. She closedher eyes, letting the water cascade over her, but she could still feel him there, his presence overwhelming and intoxicating. When she opened her eyes again, he was standing in front of her, his body glistening under the water and his scales catching the light in a way that made him look almost otherworldly.

He reached for a bar of soap, lathering it between his hands before bringing them to her shoulders. His touch was deliberate, his hands moving slowly, methodically, as he washed her body. She could feel the roughness of his palms against her skin, the way his fingers traced along the curve of her spine, the dip of her waist. It was as if he was memorizing her, every inch of her, and it made her heart race.

“Andear,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and something deeper.

He didn’t respond, his focus entirely on her. His hands moved lower, over her hips, her thighs, and then back up, his touch igniting a fire within her. She could feel her muscles tensing, the need growing. She reached for him, her hands sliding over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his scales.

He caught her wrists and pinned them against the wall above her head. His eyes met hers, and she could see the hunger there, the raw, primal need that mirrored her own. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

He released her wrists, his hands moving to her hips and then lower, his fingers sliding between her thighs. She gasped, her body arching into his touch as he found her most sensitive spot.His fingers moved with a skill that left her breathless, coaxing her closer to the edge.

“Andear,” she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders. She could feel her muscles tensing, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped.

She came with a cry, her body convulsing around his fingers as the wave of ecstasy washed over her. He held her close, his body pressed against hers, as she rode out the waves of pleasure. She was trembling, her legs barely able to support her.

He lifted her into his arms again and carried her out of the shower. He set her down on a soft towel, his hands gentle as he dried her off. She watched him, her heart pounding and her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

Priscilla’s heart swelled with a mix of emotions—relief, desire, and something deeper, something she wasn’t quite ready to name. She turned to look at him, her green eyes meeting his gold ones.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered, her voice soft but firm.

Chapter 19

Andear

Thewaterhadwashedaway the sweat and tension of the night, but it hadn’t erased the heat between them. Andear set Priscilla down on a soft towel and began to dry her off with deliberate care. His hands moved slowly, almost reverently, over her skin, memorizing every curve and every scar.

She watched him, her green eyes wide and unguarded, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of her breath. Her heart pounded, a steady beat he could feel beneath his fingertips. Her body was still humming with the aftermath of their passion, and he could see it in the way she trembled slightly, in the way her gaze lingered on him.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, the words slipping out. He didn’t regret them. He couldn’t. Not when they felt so true, so inevitable.

Priscilla turned her head to look at him fully, her lips parting to speak. For a moment, he thought she might argue, might remind him of her independence. But instead, she whispered, “I’m not going anywhere.” Her voice was soft but firm, a promise that settled deep in his chest.

He didn’t respond, not with words. Instead, he scooped her up again, his tail uncoiling to carry her to the bed. The sheets were cool as he laid her down, but he didn’t let her go. He slid in beside her, his body curling around hers as his tail wrapped possessively around her legs. He pulled her close, her back pressed against his chest and his arms around her. She fit perfectly against him, as if she’d been made to be right there all along.

Andear watched her closely, his gaze tracing the curve of her cheek, the way her lashes fluttered as she blinked. Her breathing slowed, her body relaxing into his hold. He could feel the steady rhythm of her heart against his chest, a reminder that she was here, alive, and his.

But beneath the satisfaction, beneath the possessiveness, was something else. Something he didn’t know how to name. It clawed at him, a restless, unfamiliar ache in his chest. He’d never felt this way before—not with anyone. He’d never allowed himself to. Warriors didn’t seek softness. They didn’t crave vulnerability. Yet here he was, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the universe, like he couldn’t bear to let her go.

“Andear,” she murmured, her voice drowsy but still sharp enough to cut through his thoughts. “You’re thinking too loud.”

He huffed a laugh, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. “And how would you know that?”

She shifted slightly, turning her head and looking at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were half-lidded but with a spark of amusement in them. “I can feel it. You’re all tense. Like you’re gearing up for a fight.”

He tightened his hold on her, his tail flexing around her legs. “There’s no fight here,” he said softly. “Not unless you’re planning to start one.”

She smirked, a small, knowing curve of her lips that made his chest tighten. “I might. If you keep brooding like that.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “Careful, little human. You’re in no position to challenge me right now.”

She shivered, her breath hitching, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she pressed back against him, her body warm and inviting. “Maybe I like being in this position.”

Andear growled deep, a rumble that vibrated through both of them. He nipped at her ear, his fangs grazing her skin just enough to make her gasp. “You’re playing with fire.”

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