She’s fire…he’s air. Together, their power is hot enough to melt steel.
Air Element, Erion, aches to feel the heat of Kenna's emerging fire. However, merging with her while she is on the cusp of transformation risks enslaving her forever. But when a male Fire Element hunts Kenna in order to harness her power, Erion must break his vow not to join with another Element. The only way to protect her is to merge his wind with her fire.
Aspiring glassblower Kenna Lang is on the rise. A chance meeting with Erion ignites an attraction hotter than her glass furnace. Drawn together in an erotic joining she can’t prevent, they become more than human, and Kenna is born into fire.
Now her world is going up in flames.
Neither are prepared for the emotions awakened by their union…or the immortal battle waged against their kind. When Kenna disappears, Erion seeks out those he knows are responsible—their race's sworn enemy, the shape-shifting dragons known as Drakaura.
“Cold,” she murmured. “So cold. Feels so good.”
Was she sick? If she was, Eric was the cure. She shivered and burned. No, this wasn’t like anything she’d ever experienced. This was almost supernatural.
Eric slathered kisses down her neck. She shuddered at the icy sensation of his mouth. Like hot ice. Kenna threaded her fingers through his hair. Everywhere, she felt him everywhere. She pressed against him, seeking the cool release from the blazing inferno roaring through her body.
“I want to touch you.” She slipped her hands under his shirt and brushed fingertips against pebbled nipples.
Kenna shoved the shirt up and came face-to-face with the broad expanse of tanned chest. She kissed a breastbone, a pec, then a nipple.
With a growl, he yanked his shirt over his head. In a jerky motion, he tugged open the buttons on her jeans then shoved them down past her hips. Kenna kicked off her sandals, then threw her arms around his neck as he lifted her onto the table in one fluid motion. Heat from her pussy burned her inner thighs.
Eric pulled the jeans the rest of the way off her body and whispered, “Spread your legs.”
Kenna froze. Those words. Her dream. Her throat constricted. He pressed his lips to hers, and she breathed easier. He straightened.
She stared up at him. “Who are you?”
Gently, he kissed her, sipping at her lips as he eased between her thighs, then whispered, “I didn’t want to be, but I’m exactly who you need.”
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