Page 69 of Cowboy Dragon's Rose

“What’s happening?” she whispers.

My throat works around the words, thick with fire and longing.

“You woke the Dragon, Petals,” I rasp. “And he’s claiming what’s his.”

A flash of uncertainty flickers in her gaze, but it melts beneath the heat building between us. I touch her cheek, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw, and she leans into it.

She trusts me.

That’s all I need.

I start to move, slow at first, every inch of me sliding into her, and the room shifts—tilts—flares.

My control splinters as her heat envelopes me, as our souls brush in that other place—the one hidden just beyond sight.

And everything heightens.

Every gasp from her lips sounds like thunder in my ears.

Every clench of her body feels like fire dragging down my spine.

The taste of her skin is richer, sweeter, like fruit ripened under a hundred suns.

It’s communion.

Her hands dig into my shoulders, anchoring us as we rock together.

Her thighs wrap tighter around my waist, her back arching like a bow, lips parted in a silent cry.

My Dragon roars inside me

But I keep him leashed—barely.

This is ours, not just his.

Pleasure spirals between us, ricocheting like lightning from her into me, and back again.

We’re a closed circuit now.

A storm contained in flesh and flame and stardust.

Every movement, every thrust, draws us closer to something ancient—something permanent.

Her eyes lock on mine, wide and shimmering.

“Zeke, I’m gonna come!”

That’s it.

The sound of her voice cracks something wide open in my chest, and I fall forward, bracing on one arm while the other cradles her neck.

“I’ve got you, Petals,” I whisper. “That’s it. Come for me. I got you and I’m never letting go.”

She moans, body trembling beneath me as I drive deeper, faster, chasing that one impossible moment when everything will converge—pleasure, magic, destiny.

And when it hits us, it’s not quiet.

It’s cataclysmic.

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