Daela whimpers, her lips trembling as she leans up, pressing them to Drakar's. "I'm yours. I need you."
Drakar's control shatters. He seizes her mouth in a brutal kiss, biting down until she gasps from the sting, then thrusting his tongue inside, devouring her like a starving beast.
His hand fists in her clothing, yanking them with one vicious tug. The fabric tears, threads snapping, and her body is bared to the night's air—and to him.
Drakar's mouth drags lower, and when his lips close around one swollen peak, something in him snaps. Her breasts are so full, heavy, and soft that they spill against his face as he devours them, and the sight alone drives the dragon in him mad. He growls against her flesh, sucking harder, his teeth scraping her nipple until she gasps. His hand clamps over the other breast, kneading and squeezing as though he can't get enough, his tongue circling relentlessly, lapping at the sweat-slick skin.
