Page 60 of Awaken the Dragon
“You’re going to be fine too,” he said with one hand around her back and the other gripping her fingers. “After all this is done, you’re going to be just fine.”
“Just fine as what?” She had been thinking about that on and off for the past couple of days. It was probably why she asked him about what would happen afterward, because she really didn’t know. “I have only prepared to do this one thing.”
“You talked about your studies. Was that college?”
“Yes. I went to a university and studied history so that I could teach it to the next generations. But I am not qualified to do anything else.”
“When I left the Far Realm two hundred years ago, I was not qualified to do anything but be a Drakon. On the Far Realm we didn’t have paying jobs. We were born into a special skillset, one that usually matched that of others in our clan. None of that mattered here in the Human Realm.”
“And yet you are so successful now. How did you do it?”
“You can be who and what you want to be. You can choose. Always,” he insisted.
His words made sense on a very basic level. But up against the backdrop of being the creation of an Orisha goddess, it didn’t seem like enough.
“I like you,” she said tentatively. He was rubbing a thumb over the backs of her fingers, and she looked down at their joined hands. “I know I was not supposed to, I mean not this much. But I guess I chose to.”
The admission had her smiling and feeling nervous at the same time. It was weird because she had always been so sure of herself, even once she arrived in the Western World. But in this moment, she felt this was all new—being with a man and developing feelings for him was unfamiliar and a bit scary.
“I didn’t anticipate liking you,” he admitted. “I kept telling myself that you were just a job.”
“Probably your worst job ever.” She couldn’t help but chuckle.
He moved his hand from her back to rub along the nape of her neck. “No,” he replied in a somber tone. “You are the best thing to happen since I came to the Human Realm.”
“Oh.” That may not have been the right reaction, but she was unsure of what else to say.
That was quite okay, because it seemed as if Theo was finished talking. He leaned in close and dropped a soft kiss on her lips. When he pulled away and simply stared at her, Shola took the next step. She leaned into him, giving him a quick kiss, and then following that with another kiss, her tongue stroking his softly. He accepted her kiss, joining in with her slow and purposeful movements. There was heat here, always, with them. But it was not a ravaging heat, just the simmering flames that his touch and her moans stoked fervently.
His fingers were in her hair, scraping along her scalp as the kiss deepened, and he held her head to his. She reached up to touch his cheek, enjoying the feel of his beard against the skin of her palm. He moved his other hand, the one that had been twined with hers, to slide up her arm. Shola shivered against the intimate touch.
She flattened her other hand on his chest, loving the rise and fall and the steady thumping of his heartbeat. She wanted to feel more of him and all of him at once. So she continued the kiss, pulling back only slightly to take a breath. He nipped her bottom lip when she did. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and the kiss resumed once more.
Shola yanked at his shirt until it was free from the band of his jeans. One more time their lips parted while she pulled the shirt up and over his head. He hurriedly did the same with the turquoise blouse she still wore.
“Cute,” he whispered as he looked down at the beige lace bra she wore. “But I like it much better when you’re free.”
With those words, he yanked the bra from her body, tossing it somewhere. Shola had no idea where because once it was gone, Theo was ducking his head to take one breast into his mouth. She arched in his grasp rubbing her hand down the back of his head as he sucked one and then the other breast as if they were the most decadent dessert. Because this was how it worked with them, the flame stayed on a low burn and once they stoked it, grew into volcanic proportions, Shola pulled away from him. She eased off his lap and stood, pushing the jeans and panties down her hips and legs and stepped out of them.
She was going to bend down and unsnap his pants, but Theo pulled her to him. His kissed her torso, dragged his tongue down to dip into her navel and then slipped a finger between the bare lips of her mound. He pressed that finger deep, and Shola gasped, her hands going to his shoulders to hold on because her knees had immediately gone weak. When he pulled that finger out of her, she watched transfixed as he brought it to his mouth and licked it clean of her essence.
“I will never get enough of you,” he said in a hoarse whisper.
The sight and the pure uninhibited pleasure that covered his face drove her mad.
“You can have all of me,” he promised before her fingers attacked the snap and zipper of his jeans. When she’d finally gotten them and the shoes off, she wasted no time straddling him.
He held her hips, but she didn’t want him to lower her down gently. When she was over the head of his dick, she slammed down, taking him in completely all at once. He groaned and she sighed when he gripped her ass cheeks. Lowering his forehead to her chest, he whispered her name repeatedly. Shola came up on her knees and began to ride him. It was hotter than before, but she felt no sweat, only pleasure, building and cresting like a wave. This was wonderful—it was balance and contentment, pleasure and perfection. It was everything she hadn’t known she was missing in her previous sexual encounters and the slow build to a fear of never having this again.
She slowed down her movements with that thought, thinking if that were the case, she better relish the moment. Theo had a different idea. He pulled out of her and shifted positions until she was kneeling on the couch, her breasts pressed into the back of the furniture while he entered her from behind. She held on to the couch as he pounded into her, and screaming his name when her release seized her body. Seconds later, between guttural groans, his release followed hers and he slammed into her body even harder.
“I don’t know what this is,” he said when he leaned over her and rested his forehead on her back.
She’d turned so that her cheek lay against the cool leather of the couch. “Neither do I.”
“But I don’t want it to stop,” he continued. “I don’t ever want it to stop.”
“No,” she admitted. “Goddess forgive me, I do not want it to stop either.”
