I don’t know why Ishir’s dominant personality is so sexy to me. I’m a dragon; I should be the one dominating, but for once, I don’t have to be in control. I can let go and just allow myself to feel, to be.
Maybe if I was stronger, he wouldn’t have been able to overwhelm me so easily, but between his scent, his growling, or maybe now it’s purring, I’m not even sure anymore, all I know is that the dragon in me is thrilled that Ishir is deep inside me, stretching me, filling me as he pins my hands over my head, and he insists that I continue to tell him that I’m his.
After the first few orgasms, I begin to feel whole again, begin to have more awareness of my mate, and begin to feel the strength of having this powerful man between my legs. I’m not sure when the switch flips, but when it does
