His movements, his responses to her touch become more erratic, his groans become more wanting, his mind desperately seeking to hold out for every last moment possible. It is a losing battle, and he knows it.

Not wanting to hurt her, but needing contact, he pulls his hand from her hair and wraps his fingers around her shoulder instead.

kreyu
my dragon

It is only another brief flurry of heartbeats before his control falters, and he cries out - and although it is not quite as loud or as similar as the shriek of a barn owl, there are definitely aspects of the sound that are Not Human - as he comes undone beneath her, the white-hot fire of pleasure overtaking his entire body, mind, and soul.