⚠️ WARNING: This chapter features dark smut. If that is not your thing, feel free to skip to the next chapter!
Guinevere's skin was on fire and Maddox was losing his mind
His patience snapped.
With one brutal tug, he ripped the silk camisole clean down the middle to expose her breasts, sending the delicate shorts following a second later.
A low, satisfied rumble vibrated in his throat, the sound thick with his dragon's possessiveness, before he lay down, pulling her on top of him.
"I love you, baby." Maddox pressed his lips to the top of her head.
The fever in her body immediately began to lower, the heat transferring into Maddox everywhere they were touching.
That's when the change in her scent hit. It was the same potency that she had during the battle a few days prior when he lost control.
"Gwen... fuck."
She shifted, her unconscious body seeking as much skin contact as possible, and the movement left the head of his cock nestled right at her entrance.
