Page 41 of Awaken the Dragon
“I know,” he replied, his eyes half closed when he stared down at her. “It feels so—”
“Real,” she finished. “This is real.”
She lifted her hands to cup her breasts, fingers going to her nipples to pinch while he continued to pump inside of her. Pleasure seeped through her veins, traveling through her body at rocket speed, until her words became pants and moans, her gaze foggy with desire. She was so wet for him and so needy. Shola was used to bringing her own pleasure, the extent of which she’d never been able to find with any other lover. She was used to having that control.
With that thought, she quickly eased her legs out of his grasp and attempted to sit up. Theo glanced at her momentarily perplexed, but a smile soon ghosted his lips.
“Whatever you want, Shola. All you need to do is ask,” he told her.
“On your back,” she whispered.
He eased out of her, his eyes glowing with desire. He lay back slowly on the blankets, as if she were a photographer capturing him in a seductive pose. And damn was his pose seductive. His long golden body sculpted with muscles that oozed strength even when he was fully dressed. Naked, he was simply splendid, from his bony feet up to his calves and thick toned thighs, to the chiseled abs and chest, the bulky biceps and gloriously handsome face. His dick was long and thick, and before she moved to wrap her fingers around it, she came to her knees, dipped her head and swiped her tongue over the bulbous tip.
He groaned and moved a hand to sift through her hair once more. Shola sighed with a feeling unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Something about the way his fingers felt easing over her scalp made her legs shake and her insides melt. She opened her mouth wider and lowered her head down over every delicious inch of his dick. His breath came in a deep huff, much like the sound his dragon had made when she touched it earlier.
That big powerful dragon with the piercing eyes was this man. The thought made her center throb, desire oozing down to coat the inside of her thighs. She moved her mouth up and down his shaft, dragging her tongue along the veined underside. He gripped her to his dick while tracing the fingers of his other hand down her side, over the curve of her hip and between the crease of her bottom. She was so wet his finger slipped easily over her skin until two digits pressed into her and began pumping. Dizzy with pleasure, Shola enjoyed the earthy, musky taste of him mixed with the friction of his fingers stretching and pumping inside of her. She cupped his sac, rolling the tight bag between her fingers while her mouth continued to work over him. His huffs became guttural moans, her name falling from his lips in a litany that emboldened her.
Pulling her mouth and hand from him produced a quick plopping sound. She eased her body away from his hands and flipped a leg over his waist to straddle him. His hands immediately went to her hips, his gaze locking on hers. Shola planted her hands on his chest. She leaned all the way down to touch her swollen lips to his. He took the kiss she offered, sucking her tongue into his mouth with the same fervor that she’d used to suck his dick. She could drown in him, just kissing him, and just knowing she could have this powerful and protective man, she could fall so quickly and completely.
Instead she tore her mouth away from his, easing back to lower her aching center over his length. She sighed when she sat atop him, taking him in inch by lovely inch. When he was deeply embedded in her, so deep she felt like they were somehow one, Shola began to move. Riding him until they were both screaming and panting, caught in the powerful vortex of desire, being swept away until their release came simultaneously, rendering them both speechless until their bodies finally stilled.
Chapter Fifteen
Theo watched her sleep. He knew that was a mistake, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. The soft gray fleece blanket was tangled around her body from her breasts down to cover one complete leg. He hardened instantly at the sight, but beyond the physical impact she had on him was something more. Something he couldn’t brush aside any longer.
It had been a couple hours since they’d reached that heart-stopping climax, and all that time he’d spent propped on one elbow staring down at her. He hadn’t wanted to ease her off him when she’d fallen asleep on his chest, but he’d wanted her to be comfortable. So he had eventually adjusted their bodies, settling her beneath the blanket to prevent her from catching a chill.
The truth had already settled over him—she was a demigoddess. From the very start, Theo had known she was different, but he would never have imagined how that difference would affect him.
Romance, emotions, entanglements of any kind were not in his nature. They were not what Drakon did well. His father had proven that fact by loving and trusting his mother so deeply it had cost him his clan. No matter how long ago that had occurred, Theo’s chest still burned with what he viewed as his father’s betrayal to their kind and his own decree that he would never put himself in a position to trust and/or care for a woman, whether she be a dragon or any other species.
Yet, here he was, protecting this woman with much more than just the reputation of his company. It had been more than that right from the start.
“I am not sure we should have done this,” she whispered.
He didn’t startle; he’d noticed her eyes were fluttering until they opened completely. “I’m certain we should have,” he responded immediately even though he’d spent the last couple of hours debating that very statement.
She turned her head until she could stare directly at him. “I am not what you think. Once my destiny is fulfilled, I do not know where things will stand.”
“They will stand where you want them to. Your destiny is what you make it.”
She shook her head. “It is preordained.”
He’d heard that before. So many times in his life that he’d been elated when he could finally tune it out.
“You can be what you want, Shola. Do what you please.”
“I was born to save our people. That is the only reason my mother was allowed to carry me, because Oya knew this time would come. She knew that the Dark One would use my father’s debt as a way to regain the power that had been stripped from him when he was banished from walking in this world as anything other than a spirit.”
It was his turn to shake his head. He extended a finger and touched it to her lips. “Shhhh. Not right now. We’ll figure everything out, but not at this moment.”
She tried to sit up, and he moved closer, touching his forehead to hers before closing his eyes.
“I don’t understand this either. I don’t know why we came to be here, together, at this moment, but we are. I can’t tell you what will happen next, but I can promise you it will be whatever we decide. You and me.Wedecide, Shola.”
He could tell she wanted to argue; it was in her nature. What she’d undoubtedly been taught. She wholeheartedly believed she was in this world for one purpose. He’d learned a long time ago—after more bloodshed, death and destruction than he cared to admit—that wasn’t true.
She lifted a hand to touch his face, her fingers trembling slightly while she ran them along his beard and up to his cheekbones.
