She felt completely overwhelmed. All around her, there was nothing but water and sky and sunlight. But she couldn’t even feel the heat of the sun on her skin anymore.
All she could feel was the throb of desire in her body—and the irresistible need to feel Timothy against her. She wanted to become truly one with him, to know that they’d never ever have to part again.
And then Timothy kissed her clit.
Pleasure raced through her like an electric shock. He breathed hot air against her again—and then his tongue touched her, gently circling the sensitive nub.
Every caress set off more and more shock waves of pleasure until at last, Liana found herself trembling. She arched up into his touch as ecstasy took away her breath, her climax pulsing through her with throb after throb of pleasure.
And Timothy didn’t stop.
His tongue kept exploring her, gently caressing her folds while pleasure still pulsed through her. Then his tongue searched out her clit again, stroking it tenderly, demandingly.
She felt as if some wild creature had taken control of her body’s response. Pleasure throbbed through her again, every climax longer and slower than the one before, until she felt like a mess of wrung-out nerves. She was so sensitive that the touch of his hands on her skin was nearly more than she could bear—and she didn’t want it to ever end.
He used his fingers to hold her folds open and lapped at her, driving her tired body deeper into the endless spiral of pleasure.
Gasping, she reached out to bury her fingers in his hair, desperately holding on. He swiped his tongue upwards again, teasing her over-sensitized clit with another demanding stroke of his tongue until she moaned his name—and then he fastened his mouth over her clit and sucked.
Pleasure hit so hard that she could hear herself crying out dimly before she was swept away by it.
She throbbed, pleasure rushing through her body with the force of a storm, carrying her with it like waves carrying a ship out to sea.
She had no control over it. She could only tremble and surrender herself to the pleasure. All around her, she could see the golden light of the strange connection between them, throbbing in time with the pulses of her climax. The light wrapped all around them, binding them ever more tightly together.
When it finally stopped, she found herself resting in Timothy’s arms, sweaty and utterly exhausted.
“Was that good?” he asked as he tenderly looked down at her.
“Oh my God,” she murmured, lazily wrapping an arm around his shoulder, pressing closer.
He smelled of musk and salt and a strange, wild freedom she’d never known before. It was something she’d thought existed only in her games and in books.
But no game had ever felt as overwhelming and as perfectly right as this.
Of course, his world was more dangerous than her virtual game worlds—no fire dragon had ever tried to kill her while she was sitting safely alone in front of her laptop.
But this—this was worth every single fire dragon out to kill them. As long as she could have her ocean dragon, she’d happily take on an entire army of fire dragons.
“What about you?” she asked a moment later, when she realized that he was still hard against her thigh.
“I can wait,” he said, nuzzling against her throat. “Mmm, you smell good. Like the ocean, like salt and sunlight. And like me.”
He lifted his head to give her an unapologetic, possessive grin.
His eyes were still gleaming in that brilliant, dazzling blue. Slowly, she reached out to brush back a strand of his hair—and then she gasped.
For a moment, she’d seen a burst of golden light when their skin made contact.
“Close your eyes,” he murmured. “Close your eyes—can you see it?”
And there it was. From behind her closed eyes, she could make out the same golden light. As she waited, it became more brilliant. It wrapped all around them—like a chain connecting them. And wherever their skin touched, the light intensified.
“What is it?” she breathed when she opened her eyes again. “It’s beautiful.”
“It’s the mate bond. It’s growing stronger. Once we’re truly mated, nothing and no one will ever be able to destroy it.”
“What does it do?” she asked curiously, immediately reminded of the heroes of her favorite game. “Did we just level up? It feels like we leveled up.”