Page 39 of Vicar
Chapter Seventeen
HAVING FELT THE strongconnection between her and Vicar in enough memories, Trinity knew there was no avoiding this. No ignoring the inevitable intimacy they craved. And God knows she didn’t want to. Not for a second. Not just because of how aroused she was by witnessing their younger selves losing their virginity to each other, but because she missed Vicar. Missed him in a way that made sense because she had known him for so long and yet not at all because she’d only just met him.
Yet he was hers. Always had been. Would always be. She felt it deep down in places she had yet to understand.
So she turned in his arms and looked up at him.
“While I can’t say I feel one hundred percent what I once did for you, I suspect it's only a matter of time.” She stood on her tip-toes and cupped his cheeks, thrilled by the jolt touching him like this brought her. Not too intimate, not yet, but soon. Now if she had her way. “I want to feel what my younger self just felt...I think.”
“You think,” he murmured, seeming to understand. “You’re nervous,ja?”
“I think so,” she murmured back, pulling his lips down to hers. In truth, she was, and she wasn’t. She knew what she wanted but wasn’t sure how to initiate it. How to get there.
Fortunately, he took matters out of her hands when he hiked her up until she straddled him, then crawled onto the bed and rested her on a cushioned headboard she couldn’t help notice was at the perfect height.
Undoubtedly easing her into what was coming, he didn’t do anything at first but kiss her. Long, deep, toe-curling kisses combined with gentle caresses here and there. As though he were mapping the way but not being too forward. Honestly, it was a wonder she didn’t liquefy right away, considering how practiced he seemed.
“Practiced because I’ve done this before,” he said between kisses. “Practiced because our dragons remember exactly what the other likes.”
He was right, and bit by bit, she could sense it. Feel their inner beasts coming back together. There was so much emotion in it. Not just arousal but far more. Remembered passion, respect, happiness, but most of all love. Truly, there was nothing stranger than feeling such a strong emotion for a man she’d only known for days.
“Not days,”he said into her mind, kissing her so deeply now she was barely aware of him raising one arm and securing her wrist to something.“Years. Nearly our whole lives.”
It had been, hadn’t it? And she was only just sensing the enormity of that. Of being so close, so incredibly intimate, with a male dragon she had completely forgotten.
“Not anymore, though,” he said softly. “Never again.”
When he pulled his lips away, she tried to follow, but he had fastened both her arms to the wall over the headboard. She yanked a little, but they weren’t budging, so she tried with magic. No luck.
“How are you doing that?” A variety of sensations washed over her. Panic and anticipation. Nervousness and arousal. “How are you overriding my magic?”
“I’m not.” He hooked one finger over the front of her tunic and ripped the material down the middle as easily as his younger self just had. “Between your inner Múspellsheimr and your dragon, you don’t want to be unbound.” He scowled at her bra and tore it away. “Not yet.”
She felt deliciously laid bare. Brazen and shy all at once. She instinctually tried to close her legs, but he was between her thighs already, allowing for little movement. He rested one strong hand on her thigh and squeezed in warning before his languid, predatory gaze roamed over her chest with appreciation.
“What if my other half takes over again?” The more vulnerable to his evaluation she became, the more aroused she got. “What if the stone doesn’t work?” Were they being foolish doing this? “Should we wait until—”
