Page 39 of Asmodel

Time froze.

In one fell swoop, the dragon landed on the cliff’s edge in front of Izzy. The creature’s breath heated the air, bring with it the smell of smoldering embers. It landed with a grace that defied its size, the ground silent beneath it. The magnificent beast raised his head with a bellow of fire, then lowered it.

Before her astonished gaze, the dragon transformed. Scales melded into skin, wings folded into arms, and the massive beast reshaped itself into the form of a naked muscular man resting on one knee with his arm over it. Long, wavy, earth-brown hair covered his features. He slowly raised his head, his hair parting like a stage curtain.

She gasped.

He was the man she’d dreamed about.

The man’s handsome features transcended mere male beauty, teasing the foundations of legends and fables steeped in human history. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his stunning face. His strong jawline, high cheekbones, and piercing gaze created an allure that held her spellbound. Each chiseled feature, as sharply defined as the ridges of the mountains surrounding them, was awe-inspiring. His hair gleamed with dark browns and copper, and his eyes…

Izzy sighed.

His eyes remained the same as the dragon’s, with their depth and intensity.

Izzy couldn’t move, just stared like a starstruck fangirl.

With the grace of a man in touch with his masculine bulk he stood, his skin morphing into dark-brown leather pants tucked into thick biker boots. His tan cotton shirt was covered by an open vest of soft leather that matched his pants. Around his neck hung a small leather pouch cinched on a thong of the same material.

The transformation complete, he stepped toward her. A smile played on his full lips, hinting at secrets as ancient as the stars. The air between them crackled with an unspoken understanding, a connection that transcended words.

Izzy grappled with the congruity of reality, meshing with her dreams. Just being this close to him pulled at something low and deep inside her. As he came nearer, his heat wrapped around her. A sense that her life was changing stirred within her, insistently whispering that their fates were now intertwined.

Standing on the threshold of the unknown, Izzy did something she’d never thought she’d do in a million years. Especially to someone she’d just laid eyes on.

Narrowing the small gap between their bodies, Izzy stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his muscular neck. With an aggressive confidence she never dreamed she had in her, she put her hand on the back of his head. Threading her fingers through his silky hair, she pulled his head down and demanded a kiss.

Asmodel's gaze locked onto Izzy’s as her delicate fingers stroked under his hair and cupped his head. He shivered, mesmerized by the dilation of her stunning amber-colored eyes. Her hair cascaded in a soft, dark curtain that framed her face which radiated warmth and quiet strength.

As she moved closer, she brought with her a subtle scent that enveloped him—a delicate blend of jasmine and vanilla. A captivating essence of a serene, warm summer evening. Being near her produced a surprising surge of emotion so intense it bordered on reverence. In that moment, his heart recognized hers with an unshakable certainty. This woman belonged to him.

Asmodel’s eyes lowered at the first touch of her mouth on his. Time stood still as the electric stroke of her lips made everything around him blur into an insignificant haze. Her hands moved to the sides of his face, and her thumbs caressed his cheeks with a tenderness he’d never experienced before. Drowning in a world of pure feeling, the unfamiliar sensations threatened to overwhelm him.

He had to have more… much more. With a tentative touch, he stroked the seam of her mouth with his tongue, desperate for her to let him in.

She opened. Her warm breath bathed the cavern of his mouth with unbridled passion. He took her offering and exchanged his heat with hers. She moaned and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his thighs. Her dangerous tongue tangled with his in a dance of pure, erotic pleasure.

His blood burned and pounded hard, creating a booming thunder that echoed in his ears.

The kiss deepened. His cock rose and thickened, growing with a heavy ache. His mind blurred with every swipe of their tongues as the passion rose. Her mouth was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.

Her taste was addicting.

Slipping his hand down her torso, he pushed up the edge of her shirt to claim the quivering, soft flesh of her breast under her bra. He encircled the hard pebble of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

She pulled back with a gasp.

He opened his eyes and gazed into her amber ones, now softened with a vulnerable glow. Her very essence beckoned him to go deeper into the bond they had just sealed. Striving to control himself, he took in a deep breath. Her heady feminine scent wrapped around him with an invisible thread, making his head swim with a sense of completeness. The powerful, overwhelming knowledge of finally finding a part of himself he never knew was missing.

“Hello,alma gemela.” Asmodel cradled her luscious bottom with his hands. He celebrated Izzy’s heritage by calling her his soul-mate in Spanish. “I am Asmodel.”

He didn’t need his psionic abilities to tell him she experienced the same thing happening between them. Her smile, shy yet radiant, told him everything he needed to know. She was as aware of the profound connection between them that transformed the impossibility into reality.

“I am Isabella Pilar Ramirez Torres.” She tilted her head, and her soft hair framed the smooth golden porcelain skin of her face. “But I’d love it if you’d call me Izzy.”

With delicate care, Asmodel released her bottom to let her stand on her own. He cupped her face, keeping his touch reverent but firm. After all, he held something sacred in his hands. His heart beat with a new rhythm, one that sang of hope, passion, and a future where every moment of his life would now intertwine with hers.

“Izzy!”

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