Page 38 of Dragon Bodyguard
Oh, God.
His heat was exactly what she’d expected, molding itself with hers in the most blissful way. Turning them from two into one and when he moved on top of her, rolling his hips forward, she arched her neck, dragging her nails across his skin as the ecstasy spread through her.
His mouth trailed kisses down her throat. Her fingers moved across his back and into his hair. She remembered he liked the tingling it created, and then the soft pain if she grabbed fistfuls of his dark locks. So, she did.
He chuckled, mouth meeting hers again.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her tongue playing softly with his, her heart fluttering in her chest as their heat combined and flowed unencumbered between them.
Her inner dragon had felt like something foreign in her bloodstream, but now…
She felt like roaring with it.
She met his rolling hips with her own, climbing towards climax, knowing he was close, too. She could hear it in the low, short moaning coming out of somewhere deep down in his throat. And once the orgasm burst into a shimmering, glimmering wave of heat through her, he was breathing with his mouth against hers, both of them trying and failing to catch their breath.
She watched the soft glow in his veins with the love she’d bottled up at long last free. The lies she’d told herself at long last outweighed by the truth she now possessed. That they were meant for each other. He’d made her feel whole. And here he was, doing exactly that again. It reminded her of what a real connection should feel like. It reminded her of the woman she’d been when they met. She’d tried to remake herself to fill the hole left by him, but she’d lost herself. She’d forgotten about the distance she’d used to keep from her father, even from her siblings. She hadn’t taken up space, but it hadn’t been because of the lack of an invite. It had been because she had chosen not to.
“I love you,” she said, biting her tongue. Literally. “Sorry,” she added, sheepishly. “But I do.”
He smiled, kissed her softly on the lips. Then pulled out of her, rolling onto his back next to her. She turned her head to him, brows furrowed. He was looking up at the ceiling, smile still on.
“Excuse you?” she said.
He laughed, still didn’t respond in any other way than with that stupid, smug smile. Teasing dickhead. She moved to straddle him, grabbing his wrists, bringing his hands over his head and pinning his arms to the floor.
“Don’t mess with me,” she said. “I’m a fucking dragon now.”
Oh.
She really was.
A dragon now.
He smiled up at her. She could see what was behind it, that he was happy for her. Not happy that she wasn’t a shiftless anymore, not happy for himself—happy for her. Because he knew what connecting with her inner dragon meant to her. To any shiftless. It was a piece clicking into place that before seemed to have been missing from the puzzle of her inner life. It really was exactly that. She’d never felt as sure as she did right then that she knew exactly who she was.
And where she was meant to be.
Because she loved him.
“I love you too,” he said, pushing himself to sit up, arms going around her as their foreheads connected. “I always have,” he added.
“Well,” she said. “Ever since you’ve known me. So… for thirty years or so.”
“Yeah.” His smile broadened. “Or so.”
“But…” She trailed off, suddenly scared of losing him just as she’d found him again.
“But what?” he asked.
She had to tell him. She had to be honest.
“I don’t want this life,” she said slowly.
“What?” he asked.
“I don’t,” she said, more firmly. “I want to get away from it. All of it.”
He stared at her, clearly taken aback. She knew he wouldn’t simply throw everything away for her in the blink of an eye, even though she secretly wished that he would. He was going to have to choose.
