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My eyes feasted on her lush, beautiful body, from her full breasts to the curve of her waist to the flare of her hips, she was a treasure. Made for me because I found her perfect.
When I got to the boots I made for her, I looked up and met her eyes, my heart in my throat because I remembered how insecure she’d been about her handicap as a little girl. How embarrassed she had been until I convinced her it was the best part of her because it made her unique.
“You said personal challenges were good and it would only make my inner dragon stronger when she was ready to come out and meet you,” she said, another tear rolling down her cheek. She rested a hand on my shoulder. “You helped me accept my disability, Lucas, and I didn’t even know it until now.” She shook her head. “I can’t tell you what a difference you made. The confidence you lent me…confidence that never left me.”
“’Tis good,” I managed, emotion thickening my voice again because I was so glad to hear it. Glad my words helped her go on to be the lass she was today, because her heart shone with a goodness more people needed. A sense of caring I knew had touched many and would touch many more.
I urged her to sit on the edge of the bed, removed her boots, and gently caressed the foot and calf on her shorter leg, knowing in spite of the best-made shoes, they occasionally cramped. Yet even now, as it had been when she was a child, she never complained but suffered any discomfort in silence lest it upset those around her.
“You’ve done this before,” she whispered, her eyes drifting in pleasure as I worked her sore muscles. “And you’re as good at it as you ever were.”
I offered a small smile, cherishing every moment and doing my best to ignore the sweet scent she put off. Moreover, I tried to ignore how aroused I was with her sitting nude on my,our, bed, and remained focused on her needs rather than my own.
“Maybe some of my needs,” she said softly, her dewy eyes meeting mine with purpose. “But not the one I need fulfilled most right now.”
While I should ask her if she was sure, given our situation and that she might be ripped away from me all over again due to an ancient pact we had nothing to do with, now wasn’t the time to overthink things and worry about the consequences.
Now was the time to be who I was before she arrived and do the very opposite.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
–Hazel–
IKNEW LUCAS and I should be discussing all the memories that were surfacing and the consequences of our actions right now, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to feel him inside me so bad it hurt. With a need I now knew I hadn’t felt since I lost my virginity to him all those years ago.
However shocking and bizarre it was when the memories of us together came rushing back, within minutes, it all seemed natural. Like I was home at last, and a part of me that had been missing had returned.
He made me whole again.
That’s the only way to describe it, as he dropped to his knees and slowly undressed me in a hidden cave I had forgotten I picked out. As thunder rumbled closer and rain started falling beyond our private little alcove.
I had never allowed another man to see all of me like this, both inside and out. Never allowed anyone to see my imperfections because there were a few. I occasionally enjoyed my own cooking, and it lent to my curves, but most of all, the muscles in my shorter leg weren’t identical to the other one because of extra exertion, but Lucas cared no more about that now than when he was younger.
He found every bit of me beautiful and enticing, even as he sat me on the edge of his fur-covered bed and massaged my calf and foot, taking great care to ease my discomfort, and it was way beyond working. Every part of him was, and I made that clear. Ihad other needs, too, and I made those just as clear by helping him remove his tunic as he knelt before me.
I’m pretty sure my temperature spiked about a thousand degrees when he revealed a far more muscular chest, abs, and arms than he'd had in our youth. Various tattoos curled over his shoulder and upper chest, including one that nearly replicated the Y design in our secret tunnel, telling me, however hidden I might have been, I was still there somewhere in his subconscious.
Rather than ruminate on that and everything that had been taken from us, I helped him remove the remainder of his clothes, and I could not stop staring at him. It was clear he stayed fit and battled often. His body had transformed from that of our youth into rock-hard, sinewy muscles and pure strength, and I wanted to feel every bit of it against me.
Inme.
I felt his heavy, rigid shaft when he spread my thighs as I perched on the edge of the bed, and brought his lips back to mine. Kissing him was as good now as it had been back then, if not better, making me realize how every kiss in between that had not come from him paled in comparison.
A complete waste of time.
How else could it be when just the feel of his mouth against mine made my whole body come alive with sensation, every pore receptive to his touch. And it only got better when he pulled me flush against him and kissed me harder. With a skillful passion he lacked in his youth, but not anymore.
I groaned as a powerful craving overtook me and speared my core when I finally remembered how good it felt to have our skin touching like this. A craving that made my blood burn, and caused a dull throb between my legs.
I gasped against his lips when he seemed to understand, and rubbed his erection against me. My senses were so heightenedthat a heavy orgasm rolled through me, catching me so off guard I would have fallen had he not been holding me up.
“I forgot how wonderfully sensitive ye are,” he murmured against my lips, as I inhaled raggedly, imprisoned in the pleasure of letting go far too soon. “How sensitive ye make me in return.”
I remembered him saying that when we were younger. How my fleshly responses transferred to him, heightening everything, so surely we were fated mates. Destined for each other, he had murmured, pleading in my ear when we had made love the first and only time. Surely, everything would work out because he loved me with all his heart.
“And I still do,” he said softly, his shaft throbbing against me and his eyes drifting with borderline bliss as he felt my release without fully experiencing his own. He wrapped his big, strong hand around the back of my neck under my hair and brought his lips close to my ear as he slowly continued rubbing against me. “I love ye with everything in me, lass. And I want ye as fiercely as I ever did.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I whispered hoarsely, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, closing my eyes, and losing myself to the pleasure already building in me again. “I’m right here…” I probably shouldn’t have said it, given our circumstances, but it was true. “I’ll always be here because I love you too.”
