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With every thrust of his hips, she'd been made to fight against stumbling forward. Despite his tight grip around her waist, she was still smaller than he, and far easier to be pushed around. There was no restraint in the way he moved, she could feel it, and the reasoning for his approval had started to dawn on her. He possessed strength, physically, which she was lacking in. Though there also thrived his ability to maintain control, as had been demonstrated prior to her breaking his chains. There was a reason they had been drawn together, as well as why she'd reached out to him. Her discovery, however, had been torn away and replaced by an absence of everything as they'd connected.

Asterr had reached her breaking point, body quaking with pleasure and legs weakening, only to realize that he was not yet done with her. Unlike with those that she'd encountered prior, he had not stopped nor even slowed. He'd kept going, rather, and the tugging sensation nearly had her yelping out of uncertainty and discomfort. Yet, not a single sound had managed to slip past her lips, for she'd kept her jaws clamped shut to prevent her voice from escaping. If Draco had encouraged her to near him, then surely the dragon was aware of what the male could do, and so that meant she'd simply have to bite the bullet until he felt satisfied.