Page 35 of Dragon Bodyguard
She moved her hips from side to side, making him have to bite his tongue to keep from voicing exactly what that did to him. She was setting off fireworks behind his eyes, his heart a piston in his chest even though they were barely moving.
And then, her skin lit up with a gentle glow again.
It traced her every vein, fire lighting up from within with her pleasure matching his.
Her inner dragon.
He pulled out half an inch and thrust deep again. Then again, picking up his pace as he wanted to feel her come around his cock this time. She was too lost in the feel of him to even notice what was happening within her wasn’t just him. That it was her as well, that there was a connection forming within her that was beautiful to behold.
He knew she had waited for such a long time.
He kissed the crook of her neck, resting his mouth against her skin as the orgasm began to build to its glittering climax, bursting colors through him once it arrived, and he joined in her held-back moaning as she joined him.
He was shaking for all the right reasons. So was she.
He pulled out of her, tucking himself back in his pants though he was still tender as he waited for her to catch on to how the glow illuminating the tunnel wasn’t coming solely from him. She pulled her pants back up, reaching down to button them and pausing, eyes on her hands.
He smiled, watching as she raised them, inspecting them. Her eyes met his, filled with wonder.
“How?” she asked, but her glow was already fading. Like last time it hadn’t lasted long. “Wait,” she said, raising her hands again, flipping them over. “What’s happening?”
“Come on,” he said. “It’s not much further.”
He grabbed her hand, his own glow fading until the tunnel lay in pitch blackness again.
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Misha unclasped the lock on the hidden door from the tunnel side. It was always secured in place in case someone happened upon the cottage by chance. At least, it was something of safety against unwanted intruders. Of course, the surrounding terrain of the cottage itself was heavy with CCTV. They’d have to be mindful of that, keep the lights off.
He'd just had sex with her in that dark tunnel.
Jesus.
He looked back at her as he pushed the door open, leading her into the cottage, determining that she looked fine. Albeit mildly self-conscious, avoiding his gaze. Then smiling the ghost of a smile at his undivided attention, her thumb stroking his skin gently.
His heart felt light thanks to that small gesture. Like she could let go, but still hadn’t, and that had to mean something.
This wasn’t just reminiscing over the good old days. This was a rekindling.
Had there ever been a de-kindling?
Had he ever really fallen out of love with her?
Even with the disgust and disappointment he’d felt, he thought now that he would have forgiven her in a heartbeat, if only she’d shown up at his doorstep.
The cottage was minuscule, with a combined kitchen and living room. There was a fireplace built out of brick. Simple, but efficient. Especially when trying to keep warm in the winter. A set of stairs led up to the one-bedroom loft. There was a bathroom with a shower, the door situated under the angle of the stairs. And that was it.
“Cosy,” she commented. “So, what the fuck do you think is up with me glowing in the dark?”
He laughed, unable to keep a straight face. She smiled, but there was a tremor there of all those things unknown that had prompted the question. She made light of it to feel more in control; he knew her well enough to know that. She’d always worn her dry wit like an armor. But there was a seriousness underlying her choice of phrase. A worry that perhaps this proved her to be more wrong than right, once and for all.
“If you’re connecting up with your inner dragon,” he began, but she shook her head.
“I don’t want it,” she said. “Not like this. It’s going to come out of hiding because I’m in danger? It can’t be that simple. I would’ve gotten myself in a helluva lot more trouble if it were that simple.”
“Hey,” he stopped her.
“No, you don’t think I’ve tried already?”
