"I feel hot!" she said. "I feel like I am about to burn in a kiln." She rolled her hips. She wanted to devour anything that was coming in her way. Devour it, burn it, raze it to the ground.
"Let it all come out, Lizzy," he encouraged her. So, this was what his mate was capable of. He wanted her to release it all because he knew that if even a trace of it was left inside, it would speak with her, and that was one thing he wouldn't allow. This was mostly Edyrm's magic. He could sense it because he had emulated it back in Galahar, when he had defeated him. He was ready for it. "Don't stop, Liz," he said, encouraging her.
