Page 43 of Awaken the Dragon
“Is that fair? Is it right that I want all of that too?”
He was rubbing his face over her stomach, turning slightly so that his tongue could slip into the dip of her navel.
“Whatever you want, Shola. What you want is what you can have.”
“I want you.” A simple, yet consuming statement that man and beast quickly latched on to.
“I want you deep inside of me again. And again.”
“Yeah,” he whispered. “Hell, yeah.”
But Theo didn’t rise above her and thrust his pulsing length inside of her. Instead, he moved lower until his breath whispered over the tight bud of her clit. The sweet little pebble that beckoned to him. He licked it, loving the tautness moving over his tongue. She bucked beneath him, and he licked again.
“More,” she whimpered. “Please, more.”
He flattened his tongue on the nub, pressing into her until she cried out, and then he sucked it into his mouth. He eased a finger inside of her while licking and suckling her clit and her plump buttery soft folds. She pumped into his mouth, and he gorged on the sweetness he’d craved for longer than he was ready to admit. Drowning. He’d said it before, and the word would forever remain stuck in his mind—he was drowning in her, falling so fast and quick and there was no hope of coming out of this the way he’d once been.
When her body trembled with need, and his dick jutted hard and long from his body with eagerness, he pulled his mouth away from her, rising over her to stare down at her wanting and waiting. Wrapping his fingers around his dick, he felt the tip covered in pre-cum as he stared down at her glossy wet center. The primal growl that ripped free from his chest to his throat echoed throughout the mountain.
Behind his closed lids, he saw his beast flying through the sky in one eye and her soul identity smiling back at him in the other. Opening his eyes quickly, Theo pulled his hand away and thrust deep inside of her. The growl came again, and this time mingled with her moans and whispers of his name.
He moved in and out of her quickly, pounding into her while she lifted her hips to meet his every stroke. The urgency was speared by something unfamiliar to him, a quest, a deep-seated hunger that was finally, uncontrollably breaking free. He was there and then he wasn’t. The pleasure of her honey-coated walls gripping him tightly, sucking him in deeper, combined with the sound of her voice, calling to him, welcoming him, was too much. It lifted him, carrying him to unchartered territory, but he continued to pump, to dive in, knowing full well what the outcome would be.
“Hot little warrior,” he whispered. “That’s exactly what you are. My hot little warrior.”
She slipped a hand between her legs so that she was rubbing her clit while he thrust into her, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away from that erotically delicious sight. His dick was harder than ever before, pushing deeper inside of her until she bucked beneath him, screaming with her release. But even as she shattered around him, he couldn’t stop thrusting into her. Her fingers tensed, still pressed to her clit, and he clenched his teeth, biting down on another growl that threatened to tear him apart. He watched his length sink into her body, going so deep it looked like they were conjoined, then pulling out, covered with her release. And in seconds that growl ripped free, his release tearing from him with a forceful jerk of his body and a final surrender of his soul.
Chapter Sixteen
It was morning. She couldn’t see the sunlight or smell the fresh morning dew on the air, but Shola knew that morning had come. It awakened her with a start and trepidation burned deep in her stomach.
She eased away from the comfort of the blankets and the warmth of lying so close to Theo. Once she stood and gathered the dress and shoes she’d worn last night, she glanced back at him. The man who had become her lover and the dragon who would be her protector.
Last night had been fun, a memory she would carry with her for however long her life continued. But today was a new day, and her destiny still awaited.
There was a bathroom a few feet away from this chamber and around another wall. She found it and dropped her dress and shoes to the floor before climbing into the open shower. Pewter fixtures extended from the jagged stone walls. She turned one handle and waited for warm water to spray from the nozzle above. Turning her back to the water, she tilted her head and closed her eyes as the water drenched her face and hair. She had just lifted her hands to her hair so she could make sure water seeped through its thickness when heat so intense it felt like her body were actually on fire rose from her toes to the tip of her nose. Hands at her waist soothed the ache in her skin that had begun to form and her eyes snapped open. “What are you doing?”
“Taking a shower.” He dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “With you.”
She opened her mouth to say something else along the lines of a protest but he reached around her, grabbing one of two bottles from the shelf and poured the pale blue liquid into the palm of his hands.
“For years, I’ve used only two types of soap.”
Shola wanted to say something, but she wanted whatever she said to make sense, and right now she wasn’t sure that would be the case. Having sex with him was one thing, but this, it was intimate on a level she hadn’t anticipated, nor did she understand.
“One is a normal man’s soap that Bleu routinely puts on the shopping list and is eventually delivered to the Towers before being driven out here.”
There were loofah sponges attached to sticks hanging from a notch in the wall, but he ran water into his soap-filled palm and then rubbed his hands together, building a strong lather.
“But this one,” he said, bringing his soapy hands past her face before touching them to her shoulders. “It reminds me of you. I haven’t used it much, and I bought it on impulse months ago, but when I first came here last night I thought of it and of you.”
She could not help but inhale the scent—fresh rain, or a waterfall, clean and pure. She liked it and the feel of his hands smoothing the scented lather over her skin. He massaged each shoulder, letting his hands glide up to her neck, then down until he gripped her breasts.
“I am not used to this,” she admitted when his fingers moved down farther to spread more soap over her torso.
He caught her gaze and held it for what seemed like forever, but in reality was just a few seconds.
“Neither am I,” he told her finally. “It’s just soap; that’s what I said last night when I came in search of the scent. It’s how I knew you were at the Towers last night. One minute I was seething with anger, and the next I was smelling you.”
