Page 44 of Drakhana's Secret
“Still.” He breathes out. “Seeing you get hurt was more than I could bear.”
Setting down the bag in my hand, I wrap my arms around his waist and give him a warm embrace. “Everything’s alright, Gallant. I’m fine.”
He drops the shopping bags onto the floor and cups my face with both of his hands. His lips are on mine before I can think twice. I welcome the kiss with all my heart.
Then Gallant opens my robe slowly, sliding it off my shoulders until it joins the shopping bags on the floor. Then he runs his finger along my breastbone that’s exposed by the large collar of the t-shirt I’m wearing. I bring my hands to the hem of the shirt and pull the constricting fabric off my body, leaving me bare for him to see.
He studies me, then caresses my breasts. I push into his touch. He licks my nipples, then moves his lips slowly down my stomach.
Gallant kneels on the floor, kissing me just above my pubic bone. Then he slips two fingers inside me. I move with his hands until he stops suddenly, removing his fingers as if he’d thought better of the whole thing.
He stands and I unzip his jeans. He isn’t wearing any underwear, and I can see instantly his rock-hard cock ready to enter me. Gallant smells dusky and deep, and as I lean in, I’m surprised at how much I missed having him inside of me.
“It’s been too long,” I say as I run my hand up his enormous length.
“I can’t bear the thought of not having you in my life, Sapphire,” he says, gasping at my caress.
“You don’t have to think about that,” I say against his neck. “I’ll stay for as long as you’ll have me.”
“Stay with me.” His mouth is at my ear. He kisses my nape. “Don’t leave.”
“I won’t.”
He leans forward and kisses me again and I kiss him back with more fervor than I had before, and we stand there kissing and kissing in the beautiful kitchen of his equally amazing house and it feels like the nicest thing in the world, my hands running slowly up into his hair and down over his thick shoulders and along his strong arms and around to his brawny back, holding his gorgeous male body against mine.
“I love you, Sapphire,” he says, reaching over and touching his finger very delicately along my collarbone. He runs his finger slowly along the upper curve of my breast and then traces the mound all the way down around the bottom.
I watch his face while he does this. It seems more intimate than kissing him had been. By the time he finishes outlining the whole thing, he barely touches me and yet I’m so wet I can hardly stay standing.
All at once, there is nothing in my universe but Gallant kissing, touching, biting, and exploring every inch of my body with his mouth, his tongue, and his hands. For the first time in my life, I forget everything else. The bliss sends an earthquake through my loins, causing my body to teeter on the brink of the sublime.
Nothing in my experience prepared me for the new sensations; the tingle in my neck, arms, and hands; the tightening of my belly when a wave of lightning engulfed it; the escape of my moisture as it saturates me, swells in me. Once unrestrained, my passion is urgent, desperate, and critical, but Gallant forces me to yield to his slow pace, his unhurried touch, bringing me, again and again, to the edge of rapture and then denying me, until I’m ready to beg for it.
Gallant’s lips devour mine. His tongue explores my mouth, my neck, and my ears. His teeth find my breasts and my nipples, his tongue torturing them until I moan in need.
With a movement that startles me, he forces my legs open with strong arms, cupping my buttocks in his hands, and lifts my hips to meet his mouth. I have to hold on to the kitchen counter or risk falling over. I throw my head back.
With gentle, delicate flicks of his tongue, he brings me close to the edge so many times I lose count in delirium. I can do nothing more than squeeze the unyielding counter. I say his name over and over again.
His hands finally opens me, slowly, gradually, insistently. With his thumbs, he spreads the softness, the moistness, grabbing my wrist to force my own hand to feel for myself, and laughing at my greedy caresses. He finally brings me to orgasm with his tongue and my legs turn to jelly.
Gallant stands and moves my fingers to the soft head of his erection where I let them linger and explore, running the tiny, delicate pads over the heavily veined skin. I can feel myself blush and prickles of pleasure move through my arms when he grows even harder in my hand. I squeeze instinctively, feeling the muscle throb and flex, forcing me to tighten my grip. More moisture drenches me in anticipation.
“I want you, Gallant,” I say against his lips. “I want you inside of me.”
Without another word, he removes all his clothing until he’s standing there as naked as I am. Then he places his hands on the backs of my thighs. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and jump up, circling my legs over his hips.
Without much effort, he walks to his living room. I expected him to head straight to his bedroom. Instead, he goes to the couch and sits down.
I only have time to glance at the multitude of shopping bags that lay scattered around us. I make a mental note to thank his assistant for going to great lengths just to dress me. But for now, I have other needs to take care of.
Without waiting for Gallant to say anything else, I take his cock in my hand and guide it into my entrance. He moves his hips so his head is inside me like a key entering a lock. We both groan in pleasure as I slowly make my way down his length.
My body accommodates the entire length of him. We take a moment to savor the reconnection between us. It’s been a few weeks since that time at the forest. I need my body to refamiliarize itself with his.
He runs his hands up my thighs until he’s gripping my buttocks once again. I move my hips, causing him to slide ever so slightly in me. Even that small movement is enough to make me come again.
“Move, Sapphire,” he begs. “Let me feel you.”
