Wheeling Gull Isle xxii. when the past ain't been that friendly to you but there's magick in that

The feel of her teeth sinking into his flesh made him freeze and draw in a sharp breath. Her bite was more delicate than his had been, but there was sure to be a permanent mark left behind. The pain only added to the intensity of the moment, and he closed his eyes as his heart began to race. Pleasure spread from the mark and into his veins and seized his whole body. He was completely lost in the moment. Even when her teeth slid out of his flesh, it took him a few seconds to open his eyes and reclaim control of himself. 

His love—his mate leaned into him, and he pressed his face into her fur and breathed deeply a few times as he collected himself. A calm, warm euphoria settled over Daegon, making his limbs feel somewhat like jelly. So he slowly moved to the ground, gently guiding her down with him so that he could curl tightly and protectively around her. There was so much he wanted to say, but he couldn't quite form words just yet. He had never felt anything so consuming but also so right in his entire life. It was as though everything had led them to this moment—like they had finally fulfilled some part of their destiny, and it rendered him completely speechless, leaving him only able to express his love through affection as he nuzzled and nipped up and down her neck, careful to be gentle near his mark.