When it came to having sex; whether it was soft as morning light or as ruinous as a storm, Phei had always preferred to keep his more violent abilities leashed.
The intense ones stayed dormant...
What remained were the ones that had long since become part of his breath, his blood, his very presence: Dragon Dominance, the evolved passive that flowed with every exhale like an invisible tide, and the Goddess Fall Touch that turned even a brush of his skin into something addictive, and made nerves sing and surrender feel like the sweetest inevitability.
These did not need to be activated anymore; they simply were.
Phei took a deep breath and Catrina shivered the moment his hand settled on her again.
The sound she made was barely there — a soft, broken sigh that melted into a full-body tremor.
He stepped back, just one deliberate pace, and let his eyes drink her in without mercy or haste.
