The King of Caspian
Ophir let out a low purr, enjoying the smell and closeness of our mate and taking what he could in our limited time.
"Welcome to Caspian, the Kingdom of dragons," I muttered, my voice low enough for only Penelope to hear. A smile pulled at her plush lips, a small movement that most would miss, but it was enough to bring me to my knees.
"It's breathtaking," she whispered, her off voice threatening to snap the last thread of control I had in me.
I tensed, forcing myself to look at anything else but her because I couldn't have her. No matter how much I wanted to, I had to let her go. And once she spent some time with my people, I only hoped she would understand why and let me go too.
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