Page 17 of Drakhana's Treasure
Eventually, he sinks down on to the sand. Electric currents run along my skin, pricking at me but not causing too much pain. The earth welcomes Rastus. The fire wants him as much as it does me.
He leans over and covers my hand with his own. I close my eyes and let myself fall. My body stays flat against the ground but my spirit descends into the hard strata layers. The sun warms the desert all day long with her brutal rays. These are locked into the hard-baked clay. With the lava flowing far beneath, it’s like lying on top of a super charged oven.
Rastus grips my hand so tightly that it hurts. He topples from his knees and falls on top of me. It’s as if the firey parts of my spirit grab ahold of him and drag him down. He struggles, I can sense his fear. I don’t stop. I can’t.
Our bodies tangle on the sand but they are far away from the heart of the sensation. Awareness slips through the different layers of heat until the glaring furnace of the lava beneath can be felt. I open myself up while Rastus fights me, a dark glowing coal in the circle of my light.
Let me go, Kirralee!
His thoughts pound against me as our spiritual essence begins to dissolve. I don’t answer, not with negative or positive. I just give him my love.
Our hearts reach the flame. The lava rolls over my soul and far away, I feel my fingers scratching at the sand. I desperately want to immerse myself in the river of fire. Feeling lava soaking through my pores is the only time I’m truly content.
Rastus screams. The sound comes from his physical body and rings through the cave of his soul. I wrap myself around him, feeling my body against his. I blink a few times and my heart and body become one again. Part of my consciousness stays in the lava flow and I feel peace for the first time since I came to the city.
I hold on to Rastus even tighter, his struggles breaking my heart. I try stroking his hair and speaking softly, but he doesn’t wake up.
He twists against me, his hands grabbing at the sand. When his eyes open, they are all fire, small pockets of flaming light. The scream becomes a roar and he shifts around the throat and mouth to pour out a tremendous burst of fire breath.
He collapses against me, panting. I sit in his lap, rubbing his skin gently and waiting for him to come back to himself. I feel so powerful, that I was able to hold on to him while he found himself again.
“Kirralee.” He whispers. I lean back a little so I can look into his eyes.
“Rastus.”
“I haven’t… I haven’t felt my fire for such a long time.”
“When did you last shift?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t remember.”
I hold back my frown, brushing my fingers across his forehead. He shouldn’t have let himself get so out of practice but admonishing him now will do more harm than good.
His grip around my waist changes, his hands creeping around my hips to gently cup my ass. He pulls me closer and heat rises in me that has nothing to do with the lava flow beneath us. He tightens his grip on my waist and looks up at me, eyes wide and full of appreciation.
I lean down with my lips, letting them brush his. It’s so intense I expect to see sparks leaping off his skin. I pull back a little, sweeping in again to kiss him even more deeply.
He grabs me hard and pulls me against him, kissing me hard. Delicious arousal rides through me, sending soft waves of pleasure through my bones. At just the touch of his lips, I’m ready to give him everything.
It’s not some kind of infatuation from my end. I had no particular interest in his reputation. I don’t see him as the big powerful teacher that gives me orders I must obey. Not out here, when this poor lost dragonling needed me to help him find his fire.
As my body relaxes, he pushes me back and I fall back on the hot sand, stretching my arms. He runs his big hands all over me, starting at the shoulders and then caressing my breasts, teasing my belly and my thighs.
When he looks back into my face the force of his gaze makes my stomach shudder inside me. Excitement is zinging through my nerves and I can barely speak. When he leans over and kisses me, an even deeper fire comes to life inside me.
My hands are hungrily roaming his body as my hips twist, trying to invite him inside. This is the sacred marriage, to come together above fire. We are made for each other. I don’t know how I know, but we are meant to be.
As Rastus responds to my touch, I feel the magic of the fire all around us. Later, our human selves will react to this in a human way. That cuts me deep, but for now there is nothing. No humanity, no rules.
Just dragons, fire and lust.
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Rastus
She is fire.
So am I.
