Page 34 of Dragon Bodyguard
There was no light in the tunnel they’d entered. The walls were soil, the tunnel dug deep underneath the grass of the great lawn, stretching from the mansion down to the lake. They had a mile or so to walk in the dark, his heightened sight guiding him. She wasn’t making any noise to signal that she was seeing as well as he was, no surprise at the manifested powers of her inner dragon. It made him think she wasn’t entirely connected yet. Had it been the fright of yet another attack that had shaken her inner dragon awake? Had it risen out of self-preservation?
He looked back at her.
There was no glow in her veins. It had faded as they entered the passageways.
They didn’t talk. She seemed to understand he was taking her to a safe house. A cottage hidden deep in the forested part of the estate. She stayed close to him, hand in his, other hand around his lower arm making her chest connect with his upper arm in ways that made it difficult not to turn around and claim her mouth for his again. And again.
He couldn’t fuck her in the dark and the dirt, even though the thought made his cock twitch.
It was the adrenaline turning him on. The fact that they’d had their second escape within the span of twelve hours. Her closeness, her reliance. He felt like telling her what to do and watching her do it. He felt like stopping, standing still, holding her to him. He barely knew what he wanted or how he wanted it from one moment to the next. He needed her scent in his nostrils, breathing her in with every step he took.
She’d kissed him back. She’d wanted him to.
He wanted her hands tugging on his hair, her moans in his mouth. He wanted to taste her.
But not here, he told himself again.It’s not safe here.
Didn’t that make it all the more enticing? The thought of pushing her up against the wall of the tunnel, taking her with hard thrusts, knowing they had to be quick and quiet? Was she thinking the same thing? Was her body using him as a needed distraction away from the fear, away from the danger? Making her as horny as he was.
He pressed a hand against his crotch, thinking this was stupid. But he was hard in a way that was borderline painful. The thought of her hand stroking him made him bite the inside of his cheek from the need it produced.
Her breast bumped against his upper arm for the umpteenth time, and he slowed his step, then ushered her gently to take a few steps back, using his hand still holding hers in a firm grip.
She gasped softly.
He shouldn’t be doing this.
But his hand snaked into her pants before he could stop himself, knowing that he’d find her wet.
He did.
He slipped his fingers over her sex, further down until he could gently shimmy her open and finally, she moaned for him. Softly. He slipped two fingers into her, shushing her gently when her moaning became louder. He buried his face against her neck, dragged his nose along the curve of it as her breathing grew heavy in his ear.
“Oh, God,” she groaned, hips meeting the movement of his hand with a slow, rolling motion.
It sent fire through his veins, making his inner glow begin to light up the part of the tunnel surrounding them.
The hand of hers he wasn’t holding slipped into his hair, gratifyingly grabbing a fistful of it. He couldn’t keep himself from tugging her other hand to his bulging erection, needing some friction, some release. Even if it was just through the fabric of his suit pants.
She didn’t need any further encouragement, letting go of his hand to trace the outline of him in one hard stroke.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “I’m sorry, this isn’t—”
But she shushed him, breathing in sharply as she came around his fingers. She kept perfectly silent, but her breathing stuttered in the most glorious of ways. Her hand was grasping at his cock through the fabric of the suit pants. He had to keep himself from rutting against her palm. He was growing as desperate for her touch as he had been in her bed not even half an hour earlier.
Then she turned herself around. He could hear her pull her pants down, slipping them over her ass, telling him to take her from behind.
The tip of his cock was slick with precum when he freed himself, his hardness heavy in his palm.
Quick and quiet it was.
He lined himself up, fingers tracing her ass before he slowly entered her. Once she was making noises of acquiescence, he thrust himself into her, burying himself to the hilt in one hard forward motion of his hips.
They didn’t move.
Both of them holding their breath at the pleasure tracing through them at feeling the other. He was filling her, her folds clenching around him.
At last, he had to let his breath out in a sharp gasp, leaning forward, chest to her back. His hand found hers where it was digging into the dirt wall, fingers clenching, lacing together, making soil fall to the dirt floor with a soft rattling noise.
