A surge shot through her body—whether magic or her own heart, she did not know. All she knew was the strong, pulsing need to be close to him, to be with him. She rose up to her knees, sliding onto his lap.

“I love you too.” She brushed her lips against his. “And I’m really glad I don’t have to kill you.”

She swallowed his roar of laughter, drawing him into her mouth. Swallowing his magic too.

“You wouldn’t…have a chance…against me,” his voice buzzed between kisses.

“Oh, but I know your weaknesses.” She rose, pulling him to his feet with her. “All of them.”

His hands rounded her bottom, sliding lower. Venturing deeper. Her body hummed in anticipation.

“Weaknesses?” he growled roughly against her ear.

It was getting hard to concentrate. But she had to. She had a point to prove, damn it. She brushed her lips against his hot skin, trailing kisses down his chest, darting her tongue out to trace the ridges of his stomach. He grunted roughly as her hand lingered on his belt.

“That’s right. Even you have weaknesses.” She opened the buckle, then slid his jeans down his legs with languid ease. She removed what remained of his clothing. “I have your number, Drachenburg.” Smiling, she moved lower.

As her tongue brushed against him, he surged forward, tearing at her clothes. They crumbled like tissue paper, shredding what little remained of her self restraint with them. Magic and desire poured over her breasts like a burning waterfall, dripping hot liquid fire down her body. His hands followed the trail his magic had blazed, stoking the heat even higher.

“Eating in,” she said, gasping as his hand caressed her thigh. “Fantastic idea.”

“Yes,” he said. “No interruptions.” His hand slid with liquid ease between her legs. “No monsters. Just the two of us.” His eyes traced her body, his grin widening. “Beautiful. I should have known I could only have fallen for a dragon.”

As magic flared in his eyes, the burn of it pure intoxicating pleasure, Sera pushed him down on the sofa, the dessert completely forgotten.