Chapter 32 His Dragon

• Celine POV
• I press closer to him, my breathing steadying. The fear that had initially gripped me fades, replaced by awe and something deeper—something primal. He’s not some wild, uncontrollable beast. He’s still him. Always him.
• But as my mind drifts, so does my body, remembering the moments we’ve shared, the intimacy, the fire. My cheeks burn as heat pools low in my belly, and my lip finds itself caught between my teeth. How would this feel? How different would he be like this? The thought blooms, unbidden, sending a fresh wave of need through me.