Azura could already feel that greedy pussy getting wet for him again, and his heart pounded fiercely for this small woman who satisfied him in such a primitive, profound way.

It wasn’t just sexual—she filled every empty space in his cold, hard soul.

Aysling wasted no time impaling herself on him, giving him a heated view of her undulating back, her beautiful wet hair falling down, and those pink cheeks bouncing erotically as he smacked them to tease her further.

"Sshh, mmm, tell me who the hell you belong to, Aysling!" he demanded, reveling in her moans and how tightly she clenched around him, making him harder than ever.

"Mmm, I won’t tell you. You’re so insufferable and grumpy. You think the whole wor…ld… sshh, ah, so good. I mean, you’re such a bastard, mmmm, ah, so big, damn it, I love your cock! Ah, ah, Azura, fuck me harder from below… sshhh, ah, like that… harder, Dragon, harder…"

She forgot to insult him as she braced herself on her mate’s firm thighs and rode him vigorously,