Page 91 of Marked By Moonlight
Eventually, we separated, but just long enough to clean up before spooning together under the sheets.
A minute later, Mina whispered fondly, “There you go again.”
I frowned. “What?”
She snuggled closer, not exactly protesting. “Protecting me.”
Damn right, I would. Against Gordon. Szabo. Celeste. The whole fucked-up world.
Need to protect her against yourself,a corner of my mind chided.
In that respect, I was failing miserably. But I would deal with that later. Right now…
I listened to her heart beating. To the quiet patter of rain. To the electric hum of a streetlight.
Mina snuck a hand around my side and tickled my ribs. I covered her hand gently.
“Already ready for more?”
She turned in my arms, facing me with a mischievous expression.
“Well, we do have a lot of lost time to make up for.”
I faked a groan, though I was totally on board with that plan. “We have a long night ahead of us, then.”
She grinned, snaking her hand down from my ribs to my waist and beyond. “I’m game if you’re game.”
Oh, I was game, all right.
“I call the top,” I said, rolling onto her.
She wound her arms and legs around me, then pinned me with a stern look. “You mean for this round. Now that we’re all warmed up and everything.”
I broke into a laugh. If that was just a warm-up, I was in serious trouble. But dragons loved a challenge, and the night was still young.
“You think you can keep up?” she went on teasing.
“I’m sure I can rise to the occasion.”
She groaned, and I blushed at the unintended pun.
“Looks like you already have,” she murmured, touching me to prove it.
Enough talk. More action,my dragon side grumbled.
I obeyed, silencing us both in the only way that mattered.
Chapter Nineteen
MINA
That night, I slept better than I had in weeks. I woke intermittently, but always with a feeling of joy and wonder, and I always slipped right back into sleep…except the time Marius happened to wake at the same time. His soft touches led us into another round of sex — a quiet, slow round that could have been poetry, it was that rhythmic and perfect.
Afterward, we’d held each other wordlessly.
Bong… Bong…A church bell struck four times, indicating the full hour, then twice more in a lower tone.
“Two in the morning,” I whispered, just because.
