Page 20 of Drakhana's Secret
He certainly saved me from my bullies. He took care of me. He didn’t abandon me to play with his friends. He always had a ready smile for me.
It seemed easy to think of him as my future husband. Then he left for the city and those dreams slowly faded away as my work with Baba took all my focus. Sure, there were dragons sniffing around.
I’ve had so many offers along the years that I’ve lost count. Sometimes, it made things awkward because after I would politely decline the offer of marriage, that dragon would soon find his heart-bonded. I have a feeling it became a running joke in the village. Propose to Sapphire and after she rejects you the love of your life will come.
I don’t remember when I’d gotten used to being alone. I wasn’t lonely by any definition of the word. I had my work. I had Baba. I had the village.
Now, those things have changed because of my current circumstances. Thank the dragon gods for Baba. As for work, I guess being the leader of the clan is that? I don’t know. And the village? Well, as long as we’re all together, that’s the village.
Naturally, when Gallant threatened that order that I’ve remade for my life, I lost my temper. Maybe it has something to do with all the shock and fear that I’ve been put through. I felt something in me break and all the tears began welling up from deep inside me.
Little did I know that crying would lead to Gallant kissing me. In the back of my mind, I know that I should push him away. I should break this wonderful kiss and return to a state of decorum.
Instead, I allow myself to fall into the moment. The hardness of his body against mine is the kind of contact I never thought I needed until that very second. His lips are firm yet gentle against mine.
It is as if he’s massaging my mouth with his, but with infinitely more pleasurable results. Without a second thought, I run my fingers through his hair, relishing in the softness of the strands. He cups the back of my neck and angles my head just so in order to push his tongue into my mouth.
The surprise of the new sensation pulls a moan out of me. I can feel my breasts ache as they press against the hardness of his chest. He coaxes my tongue to play with his. Like jumping into a clear pool, I plunge deep, tasting the masculine salt of him.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he says as he kisses me along my jaw.
“But don’t stop,” I say, clutching at his chest as he moves his hand to cup my breast.
“Are you sure?” he asks as he takes my puckered nipple between his fingers and squeezes it through the thin fabric of my shirt.
“Yes. Let’s do it. Right here, right now.”
That’s all the invitation he needs to lift me up and press me up against the truck of a huge tree. As he kisses me, his hands move to the hem of my shirt and pulls it up. I raise my arms in order to help him remove the suddenly restricting garment. He breaks the kiss as the shirt comes between us when he slips it up and off my head.
I cover my naked breasts with my arms when he steps back. He purses his lips and shakes his head. There’s a hunger in his eyes that I’ve never seen in anyone before.
“Let me see you,” he says.
He reaches for my wrists and slowly brings my arms back to my sides. I hold on to the tree behind me for support. I don’t know which makes my nipples harder—the chill in the air or the way he’s looking at me? Like he can’t wait to devour every inch of me.
“You look . . .” He stops. “I don’t have the words.”
“I’d prefer less talking and more doing,” I say, unsure where I’m getting the courage to invite him to ravish me.
He comes closer and cups both my breasts in his hands. He kneads them like two pieces of dough. I never thought that act was sexy until now. The calluses in his hands adds a whole new layer of sensation against my already sensitive mounds.
He brings his lips to mine for one more kiss before he traces a line with the tip of his tongue down my neck. I lift my chin to give him better access. Then he stops at one breast and takes the nipple between his teeth and sucks.
My back arches to meet him. My breast practically flattens against his face. He moves to the other breast and sucks the nipple into his mouth hard. I can feel his lips all the way to more private parts of my body.
While he enjoys my breasts with licks and nibbles, he brings his hand down until he reaches the elastic waist of my skirt. His hand moves inside until he’s cradling me in his palm. He places a nip against the side of my breast and I gasp.
“You’re so wet,” he says.
“And you’re still dressed,” I say back, my fingers making quick work of the buttons down his shirt.
When he’s bare chested in front of me, my eyes travel the expanse of muscle before me. My hands soon follow. I touch his shoulders then his pecks then down his abs. I’ve never seen a man more beautifully sculpted than him.
He runs a finger along the seam of my sex before he inserts it into me. I’m so blindsided by the intrusion that I hug him against me. He moves his thumb to my throbbing center and rubs circles around it while he pushes his finger in and out of me.
“I want you, Gallant,” I say against his ear. “I want you right now.”
He inserts a second finger into me. The sensation is uncomfortable at first, but the more he thrusts the more my body accommodates him. I move my hand to the bulge between his legs and follow the same rhythm that he sets. He grunts against me, bucking toward my touch.
