Flamefall (The Aurelian Cycle, #2)

by Rosaria Munda

I remember the miracle of it, that this vision of a girl once stood on tiptoe to fit her lips to mine, that when she felt my hands on her waist, she only kissed me harder.

the instinct that feels a little wrong but she never need know—of protectiveness, of possessiveness, at the sight of her standing at my dragon’s side like this. So that he knows the loyalty he feels to me should encompass her.

Even if we were never to kiss again, even if it were never more than this, it would be enough just to hold you.