Wheeling Gull Isle And basically I've gotta know

If her nod of hadn't answered his question, the impish smile she offered him certainly did. He had longed for this moment since first arriving here, which might have made most impatient and caused them to rush, but not Daegon; he wanted to savor this as well as make her feel loved and cherished and irrefutably his. And so his affections were gentle and thorough as though he was relearning every part of her. When finally they became one again, it was every bit as torrid and consuming as he hoped it would be, his desire for her not in the least bit diminished by the time they had spent apart. If anything, he was desperate for her by now, something he was unable to hide the closer they got to their shared culmination.

He curled around her afterwards, his limbs like jelly and his mind a haze of contentment and satisfaction. Most of all, he was overcome with love for his amazing, beautiful Rhæ. Words were apparently not something he could form just yet, so he just languidly nuzzled her, drawing her scent inside his lungs, unable to get enough.