Kulu didn't pull out of Hana immediately, nor did he flinch under the crushing weight of the Dragon King's oppressive aura.
Instead, he slowly lifted his upper body off Hana's back, his large hands remaining firmly planted on her hips in a quiet, unyielding display of possession.
He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead with his shoulder, his dark red hair falling messily over his brow as his amber eyes met Caspian's glowing, lethal stare without a single trace of hesitation.
"Hana took out the vanguard," Kulu said, his voice still raspy and thick from the exertion of his climax. He tilted his head slightly, a rare, audacious edge sharpening his expression as he met the dragon head-on—a bold confidence he almost never displayed. "But... I decided I wanted to pleasure my mate."
He paused, his chest heaving as he tightened his grip on Hana's waist, pulling her a fraction of an inch closer against his lap while his cock remained buried deep inside her slick, swollen pussy.
