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she loved him.
Love him. Oh God, I love him.
 Rick, she gasped, her belly twisting, her sex throbbing.  Rick, I& I& oh God, I
love 
Before she could utter another word, Kenna s orgasm detonated and everything
turned blue with fire.
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Chapter Eight
He was on fire. But he wasn t.
Flames danced over his flesh. He was surrounded by flames so hot they were a
blinding blue, but he didn t burn. His skin didn t blister or melt, his hair wasn t aflame.
His desire, however? Damn, it was molten hot. Hot for Kenna, hot for the utter pleasure
she gave him, hot for the undeniable sense of completion that came from being inside
her body.
Her pussy gripped his cock in powerful pulses, her orgasm the source of the
magical fire licking his body coming very close to blowing his mind. She was so tight.
So tight and so wet and so, so responsive. With every stroke, she cried out, bowing her
spine, her swollen breasts crushing harder to his chest. Every time he squeezed her arse,
lifting her up and down his shaft as he fucked her with increasing force, she moaned
and rolled her hips and rode him even harder. His name fell from her lips over and over
again in gasping breaths. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders with inescapable
strength and her sex squeezed his dick with such pressure he knew he couldn t stop his
own orgasm no matter how hard he tried.
This wasn t about performance and satisfaction and ego. This was about love, about
joining with Kenna, the woman who claimed his heart, and he willingly let himself go
with the sheer, elemental rapture of their passion.
Every second drove him faster and faster toward release. His every sense was so
hyper aware of his Fire Mate of the exquisite heat of her sex, the sweet taste of her
flesh, the husky music of her voice, the perfume of her pleasure, the beauty in her face
as she lost herself to her climax he felt undone. Undone and remade and more
connected with& with everything than ever before. But most of all, more connected with
her.
Fuck a duck, he truly did love her.
The realization pushed him over the edge. His climax smashed through him,
exploding in his balls, up into his pumping cock. It shot up his spine, burst through his
chest. It turned his strokes to graceless thrusts, his moans to shouts. He squeezed his
eyes shut, his muscles thrumming, his nerve endings firing&
Firing&
Fire. He was on fire. Christ, how could he be on fire and feel so good? So good. Dian
Cécht, he felt so good. Lugh Lamhfada, he hadn t expected it to feel so maith. Ní raibh an
tsamhail chéanna le dúirt leis go mbeadh sé bhraitheann chomh maith, mar sin
Rick s heart slammed into his throat. As his orgasm exploded from his dick, as
Kenna s cunt milked him of his seed, the mellifluous words of a language beyond his
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understanding but his language all the same cried through his head. Calling to deities
he didn t know, offering thanks to gods he d never heard of in a language as alien as it
was familiar.
He continued to climax, hot ropes of come spurting from him, and with every
scalding ejaculation, the memories of his past life, the memories of the Druid he d once
been, flooded his consciousness. Until the stench of blood and sage and burning flesh
flowed through his nose. Until the cries of the woman in his arms, on his dick, became
the screeching wails of a dragon. Until the heart beating against his became the heart in
his hand and&
His hands glisten, his heart races. Lifting the sprig of sage, he shakes it over the dragon s
bowed head and with a single stroke, performs the final rite of the soul s passage, the final thrust
of the knife into flesh primed with trust and love and fire&
The memory took Rick. Assaulted him. Raped him.
He sees the dragon before him, her beautiful, serpentine body covered in flames so hot they
burn blue. They lick over her, a living shroud of fire. The mating fire. She lies on the lush
ground, her eyes iridescent green watching him with eternal trust and adoration. A she-
dragon waiting for her Fire Mate to claim her, to love her.
He steps closer, his hands dripping blood, the wounds he d sliced into her body doing the
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