Malachi was ensnared in a cloud of new emotions, sprawled in bed while Ravina, surrendered to sleep beside him. A storm of confusion brewed within him. Earlier, he had anticipated an uncontrollable surge from his dragon as they made love, a wave of ferocity that would seize control. Yet, that did not occur.
Instead, it was as if a new facet of his being had emerged, one that craved the mastery, the utter dominance over each sensation. He yearned to etch every gasp, every shudder of their union into the depths of his memory.
His dragon didn't thrash in blind passion; it relished the intimate dance, savoring each exchange of heated whispers and fervent caresses. He had feared an abrupt release, a finale that would mar their initial union, but his self-restraint had proven him wrong. Maybe, he mused, it was the mystical bond of their mating that endowed him with this newfound restraint.
