Page 42 of Awaken the Dragon
“Look at me.”
It was a quiet command, one he had no qualms about following. He kept his forehead pressed to hers and opened his eyes.
“I knew when I first looked into the eyes of that dragon that there was something familiar. Your eyes now are much lighter, but the tiny flecks of silver in them transfer over when you shift.”
“The same happens with you,” he admitted. “Each Drakon has their own magick. Mine is to see soul identities, or the true soul of a being. I saw you, the real you, that first night. And even though your eyes change, your dimples and smile are the same.”
Her brow wrinkled. “I do not understand. I am the real me.”
“Not yet,” he told her. “I don’t think you’ve tapped into the real you yet. But you’re gorgeous in either form. It’s not your eyes that first reached out to me, though, it was your spirit.”
She still looked confused, and Theo knew that was because of what she’d been taught, what had been forced into her mind as a certainty. He hated that they shared that awful conception during their upbringing and desperately wanted to free her from that mental anguish. But he knew that wasn’t going to change after one night.
“I want you again.” He’d been wanting her for hours.
A soft smile touched her lips. “I guess there is no going back, huh.”
He shook his head. “Not as far as I’m concerned.”
“Well then,” she said and pushed the blanket completely off her body. “I guess there’s just one thing to do.”
He glanced down at her naked body and groaned. “No, there are so many things I want to do to you. So many wonderfully delicious things.”
But showing was better than telling, and he started with a kiss. A long, slow kiss with tongues, teeth and lips performing an erotic dance. She was right, there was no going back, especially not after he’d had a taste of her mouth. He could drown in her kisses, in the tentative way in which she tilted her head and slowly let the kiss go deeper, the soft little whimper she released when he sucked her tongue deeper into his mouth. He cupped her face with his hands and he leaned over her, then his fingers inched back until they were buried in her hair.
Tearing his mouth away from her lips, he kissed down to her jaw, his teeth nipping lightly over her skin there before going down to the slim line of her neck. She arched into him, and an animalistic growl escaped his lips.
“This.” The one word tumbled from his lips as he inhaled the sweet scent of their combined arousal. “I never dreamed it would be like this.”
“Me either,” she whispered and pressed her hands to the back of his head, guiding him down until his face was between her breasts.
Perfectly palm-size breasts with dark brown nipples, hard and beckoning him.
He touched one gingerly, rubbing his palm over the taut bud until she arched her back and moaned. Covering the other with his mouth, he licked his tongue over the hardened tip before sucking it deep into his mouth.
“Yes.” She spoke the word in a slow, sexy whisper, and his dick pulsed in response.
Inside, the beast roared loud and long. It was a claiming sound, an owning of everything it sought, and it pushed the man.
Kneeling between her legs now, he moved from one breast to the other, showering the opposite nipple with the same gorging attention until she arched up from the bed, pressing his head farther like she was feeding him. She had no idea how true that actually was.
“More,” she whispered. “I need more.”
He tore his mouth from her and groaned. “Whatever you need. Every damn thing you need.” It was a declaration, an admission, a commitment.
He kept his hands on her breasts, twirling the nipples between his fingers as he dragged his tongue down her torso.
“You taste so sweet,” he whispered over her skin. “I bet every part of you tastes sweet.”
She panted, her body rising and falling with quick breaths.
“Do you know how much I want you? How fuckin’ hard it’s been to keep my hands off you?”
“Tell me,” she whimpered, her blunt-tipped nails scraping the back of his head. “Tell me why this makes sense.”
How could he explain they were so beyond that point now? “I want to taste all your sweetness. I want to drown in it. Think of it every second and find it in my dreams. Just you, Shola. Just you.”
That may have been the most honest thing Theo had ever said in his entire life. It was what he wanted without any questions, any explanation or recriminations.
