Page 37 of Dragon Bodyguard
She’d never given him head. She’d never thought she’d enjoy it, so she’d never tried, even with him, but now she felt like getting down on her knees. She had forgiveness to ask for. That thought was cheeky enough to make her smile, eyes on his as she placed a hand against his chest and made him back up against the nearest wall.
His eyes were hooded with desire. Her skin tingling at the sight of it and, when she looked down to where her hands were working the button of his pants, she saw her veins were softly glowing again.
The sight took her by such surprise that she took a step back, staring at her shifter side making itself known to her, declaring itself a presence.
Why did it keep fading away?
Why didn’t she feel any different?
He closed the gap between them then, pulling her to him, joining their lips in another deep, toe-curling kiss. Her arms went around him as she responded with everything she was, everything she had ever been with him or hoped to be.
How had she let him go?
She forgot about taking the lead, forgot about forgiveness, forgot about everything but the sensations he was producing. It felt like her insides were flooding with a feeling she’d never felt before. Exaltation was the closest word to describe it. As though she was growing wings, ready to take off into the night.
She was.
She would unfold new wings and she would fly with her inner dragon. The idea of it was suddenly not just a question of if, but of when. The connection forming within her with every new heartbeat. It wasn’t just him making her feel this way, it was her dragon as it reached out and began to claim space within her.
There was a low growl somewhere at the back of her mind and she clung to Misha as though he was the only safe place on Earth.
She was suddenly scared of herself, of what it would mean, of how it might change her. What if she couldn’t handle it? What if it turned out that it was too much for her and she ended up twisted out of shape, mind lost and spirit completely broken? Wasn’t there a danger that her sense of self would get warped?
She broke the kiss again.
“I’m frightened,” she breathed, forehead to his.
“It’s okay,” he said, hands on either side of her face again. “You’re okay. This is just you. Remember? It’s not something outside of you—it is you. Don’t be scared of yourself, Kristina. I know you can handle this. Iknowyou can.”
She listened to the words, hearing them, letting them sink in.
Her inner dragon purred through her chest, and she knew what she wanted.
And what she wanted was him.
All of him.
Her eyes met his and she knew there was a burning ring around her irises because it was immediately reflected in his, his inner dragon responding to the call of hers. In the following second, they were both set aglow from within and when their lips met, she felt the heat of him like he was a forge filled with melted gold.
They’d never done this before.
His hands traced her arms, making her feel as though he was dragging lava across her skin and making her ache for more; ache for him inside of her again, joining his heat with hers, melting, melding. She’d fuse together with him and never have to leave him ever again. She was his, and he was hers.
Without breaking the kiss this time, they tore at each other’s clothing, at their own clothing, until shirts and pants and underwear were all removed, scattered across the floor. Skin to skin they came together in a long embrace, hands exploring, tracing burning trails. She reached down for him, taking his silken warmth into her hand and sinking to her knees even though she was barely able to take another second of her own needs not being met.
He wanted this.
She licked around the head in a slow circle, tasting him properly before opening her mouth and swallowing him down. She took him deep into her throat before she started bobbing her head, the feel of his hardness making the pulsating heat between her legs beg for her fingers. But she didn’t want to touch herself. She wanted him to.
She took him deep again, then licked the tip before tipping herself back, catching herself and lowering herself onto her back on the floor. She looked up at him as he stood over her, eyes on hers before he let them slowly roam down over her breasts, softly heaving in wait for his warm mouth; across her stomach; down to her legs, watching as she spread them for him.
“Fuck,” he said, making her smile expectantly. He lowered himself to his knees, supporting himself on his arms as he placed them on either side of her.
He sunk down, and she reached between them to line them up, stroking him once, twice, bringing his lips to hers as he groaned softly at the touch.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he said, mouth against hers.
Then he thrust into her, slowly, making her draw a quivering breath and grasp hold of his hips to steady herself.
