Page 22 of Captured
Chapter Twelve
Juliet
Warmth wraps itself around me like a cocoon as I open my eyes. A spectacular view spreads in front of me, the light reflecting on the calm water of the lake in thousands of white diamonds.
Breathtaking.
I can feel Rakir’s body behind me, long and large, strong. His warmth lulled me to sleep, kept me safe through the night. He’s nothing like I expected him to be. I expected an animal, heartless and soulless, nothing more than a reptilian killing machine.
He’s not.
He’s rough and dominating, bent on keeping me under his rule at all costs. But he’s also caring in a way I’m still not prepared to think about. I remember the way he let that terrible creature escape instead of killing it when it was beat. There was more to this gesture than any word could be expressed between us. And the way he helped me clean the prey when he saw I wasn’t able to go ahead with it. He had all the good reasons to force me to do it. Heck, he had all the reasons in the world not to even feed me. I’m not his friend, not his ally. I’m the enemy who shot him down and sabotaged his ship.
He should have killed me, but he healed me.
He should have let me starve, but he fed me.
He should have been cruel, but he was caring.
I turn around in the bed to face him and what I see leaves me breathless. Gone are the black scales. In place of the terrifying reptilian I expected to see is the stranger from my dream. His golden skin glows under the early morning light, his black hair spreads on the pillow.
How is that possible? My mind refuses to wrap around what I see. It’s impossible. How could this handsome stranger be the same as the black, scaly beast I’ve spent the last two days with?
Impossible, yet it’s true. I don’t understand it, but I know it is.
As I stare at his rugged, perfect face, feelings stir in my belly. Deep and forbidden feelings. Things I should never admit to. Things no human is allowed to feel for a Drakian.
His features are perfect. Sharp bones under tight skin, a hard, full set of lips, relaxed and almost soft in his sleep. Almost vulnerable.
Then those eyes open and I’m prisoner of Rakir’s intense gaze. He doesn’t talk, doesn’t stir as we both look at each other. I swallow as I suddenly realize I don’t see him as my enemy anymore.
His hand reaches up and he cups my cheek. I lean in his embrace, my heart breaking a little at the tenderness, the inexplicable adoration in his gesture. This isn’t supposed to be. This is nothing like the brutal, explosive sex we shared before.
“Mine,” he says the word again. It’s incredible how the same syllable repeated this many times can still have an effect on me. This time, when he says it, it sounds more like a promise than a threat.
“Yes.” I’m not even surprised to hear my voice. I belonged to him since the first time I woke up to gaze into those wondrous yellow eyes. “I’m yours.”
His hold travels to my neck and he pulls me down until my lips close on his mouth. It’s the first time we kiss, but it feels so right. His tongue darts and I open my mouth to let him in. He tastes good and clean, as our tongues explore each other.
This is nothing like before. This is not just a brutal possession. This is a communion that begins and ends with surrender.
And I embrace it.
Rakir kisses me deeply now, his mouth massaging mine, his hand holding my head firmly. I can feel the hardness of his cock on my side, a sure sign that he wants me as much as I want him.
There is no need for words between us, not even if we could communicate easily, which we can’t.
Rakir grabs my hips and lifts me over him. He doesn’t even seem to have to strain to lift me like that. I settle above his body, his fully erect cock pushing against my sex. I’m hot and wet, ready for him. I throw my head back, closing my eyes as his cock stretches me open. He’s so long and thick, I feel like he’s filling me up completely.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust to him. He begins pumping me up and down, lifting me as easily as if I weighed nothing. I bounce over him, my breasts moving in rhythm with the movement. It’s not long before I’m moaning and panting, sensations building inside me, delicious and forbidden.
Rakir stops. His yellow eyes shimmer with a dangerous glint. He’s wholly alien in this moment, nothing human in the way he looks up at me. With total ownership.
“Mine,” he repeats like a mantra, flipping me around on the bed. I’m momentarily stunned by the fast reversal of positioning, but there’s no time to protest, no time to get my bearings back.
Rakir’s weight settles over me, all hardness and power. His thighs brace behind mine as he forces me down on my stomach. I lay flat under his weight and as I try to turn and look upon him, strong fingers close on my nape.
“No.” The simple word is uttered without bite, but the total control in it makes my pussy clench with need. I long to feel him fill me again, stretch me to my limit.
