Nill, JADE

Mine. Mate.

His words barely registered to Jade when Dearil's lip crashed against hers, the heat of his mouth stealing her breath away. The flames he'd fanned in her growing wilder, and everything intensifying to a point where getting air felt difficult.

It felt as if every act they'd ever engaged in was leading to this very moment, and whatever it was that affected Dearil projected onto Jade until she was hyperventilating, her whole being trembling.

His claws dragged through her skin, as he pulled her closer, his mouth feasting on hers as a man starved. The smell of copper filled the air.

Jade struggled in his arms, then shoved at his chest frantically because it felt as if she was going to die from whatever it was that Dearil was feeling as intense pleasure flooded her veins making her skin sensitive to every touch, every squeeze of his hand, and every caress.

"Mine!" Dearil growled against her lips, then pulled back just long enough for both of them to drag air into their lungs.