The sudden shift in Caspian's posture was instantaneous. There was no slow, groggy awakening for the dragon king; the moment his fingers slipped into her hot, wet hole, his entire massive frame locked up.
His molten gold eyes blazed to life in the dim morning light, the pupils narrowing into sharp, predatory needle slits.
The low, rumbling purr that had been vibrating in his chest died instantly, replaced by a deep, ragged intake of air as his gaze locked onto Hana's flushed face and her heavily glazed eyes.
"Hana..." his voice was a hoarse, gravelly rasp, thick with a dangerous mix of sleep and immediate, explosive arousal.
He didn't need to ask questions. The sheer volume of her natural lubrication soaking his fingers told him everything he needed to know.
The draconic genes inside her were relentless, demanding constant stimulation, constant heat, and constant seeding to fuel the rapid growth of the heavy, precious weight in her belly.
