It is not only her own pleasure winding tighter and tighter towards a release; his own pleasure is coiling within his body, sparks dancing across his nerve endings with each time she gasps and rocks her hips back against his. Her words have me, all of me give him motivation to grip her body tighter, hold her closer to him, a hint more possessive with his grasp and his kisses against her skin.

"My dragon," he growls playfully, nipping softly at the back of her neck - never hard enough to mark her skin, he would never dare. "My wife."

There is pride in those words; he is proud not only of her, but also to be linked to her, in body and spirit and soul.