"I will not interfere with a male dragon while he is rutting."

"She saw Bran step through the heavy gate. A big smile spread across her face at the sight of him.Unable to stop herself she drank in the way his broad shoulders stretched out his long-sleeved shirt and the way his thick thigh muscles flexed and strained under his cargo pants. The male was walking, talking sex and he was all hers."

"I'm not letting you go."

"She was his life, his everything."

"I’m not letting you go, Fiona,” he murmured before brushing his lips over hers. She tasted like heaven. And his. Only his. “I’m not going anywhere."

"She couldn’t walk away from him again. Her heart couldn’t take it and she didn’t think his could either. When she'd left him, it had been like cutting off a limb. And she had, essentially. Because Ian was a part of her, embedded in her skin, her soul."

"Want to feel you come around my cock,” he whispered darkly. “Want to hear you say you’re mine.” There was that bite of darkness to his words again.“I’m yours.” She could never be anyone else’s. That was a fact she knew without a doubt. “Say it again.” He thrust harder. “I’m yours, Ian.”He growled again, the sound as untamed as the male himself…"