The Dragon looked at its newest woman and decided it was not finished.
"Against the headboard."
His voice was rough. Raw and now hungry for her... so much!
He'd been way too slow today and tender... it was time to give her what she really craved.
The Mark, the bond, the knowledge that this woman's cunt and heart and soul were irrevocably his had unlocked something darker in his blood—the same predatory hunger that surfaced when he claimed Melissa, the same furnace-heat, but deeper now, hotter, because Roxanne hadn't been conquered.
Roxanne had surrendered just like how Melissa had once done.
And surrender was the most dangerous gift a woman could give a Dragon.
She didn't question it or hesitate.
The woman who had flinched at every sudden movement Jonathan ever made moved without fear at Phei's command because her body already understood what her mind was still learning—that this man's roughness was not violence.
