Page 39 of Earth Dragon
She understood its use then. If she had been standing below it, that vibration would have been felt in the earth beneath her feet and probably in the very air around her, in the drink in her hand and the dancing flames of the candles. The elements combining in that vibration. A reminder that everything was connected.
Her inner dragon was stretching, reaching, craving more. It wanted to break through the glass and aim for the night sky above, but she reined it in then. Touching back down on the circle of stones underneath the bell.
She felt exhilarated once she shifted back to human form, barely even thinking about the fact that she was naked until she watched Ewan land and shift back as well. He didn’t slow his momentum, but kept walking towards her, not pausing and she didn’t want him to.
She met his kiss with one that had hungered for his mouth ever since she left his rooms earlier. She parted her lips, licking against his tongue with soft noises that told him exactly how willing she was. She hoped all the servants had left or they were going to get an eyeful, because there was no stopping this.
The thought made her smile against Ewan’s mouth, and he pulled back.
“What?” he asked.
“I like the bronze,” she said, kissing his neck as she pulled herself even closer to him. The length of him was pressed between them, his hardness already a fact, and she wanted him to sit down somewhere so she could take him inside of her.
His hands slipped up her back, into her hair as he got her mouth against his again, kissing her so deeply that her legs buckled. How could he have such an effect on her? She’d never had anyone do such things to her, make her body feel set aflame. Her skin was tingling with anticipation, the ache between her legs one that was begging for instant relief and yet there was such pleasure in the wait that she never wanted it to end.
The muscles of his back moved beneath her hands, and she thought of him biting her, parting her lips and nibbling down his neck. His tightening hold told her he enjoyed the sensation, the soft question mark of whether she would bite harder at some point. It elevated the sensory impressions, tinged them with a hint of possible suffering that made her hearts race in her chest.
Why did she like this? She’d never played like this before.
She did not want him to bite her, nor did she want to draw blood, and yet the mere possibility was enough to make the ache within intensify.
She needed to feel him, feel her walls around him, clenching, keeping him there until the world exploded into nothing but emotion and everything else fell away for a few precious seconds.
No duties, no complications, no obstacles.
Just him. Just them together.
What if he ran away with her? What if they left their parents to their political machinations and put everything old behind them. There would only be the new.
But he never would.
She clung to him harder, tears springing to her eyes, and she blinked at them.
“Come with me,” she whispered, grasping his wrist and leading him over to a rock formation with a water feature in the center. The rocks were flat and put into an incline as the water feature was a miniature waterfall. It was the perfect place for him to sit down. He did, when she instructed him to, looking up at her before he dragged one hand slowly over her stomach. His fingers grazed her right breast and her breath hitched, though she kept her gaze on him.
This was sex, she told herself. Amazing sex. Nothing more.
Because that was all it could be.
He was holding the base of his erection, ready for her, his eyes glazed with desire and she thought she had never seen an expression so lovely on a man before. Or on him before. It made her smile again, one hand on his cheek as she positioned herself above him. Her hand slid into his hair as she sunk down, letting the tip tease her before she took him in and slowly lowered herself down.
She’d been holding her breath, and now released it in a huff.
He moaned softly in her ear, and she rolled her hips forward slowly, her hand on his cheek moving into his hair, grabbing a fistful as she started riding him.
His hands went to her hips, urging her movements on. Their eyes met, mouths half-open. Why did this feel so right? Why had it felt right the second she met him? Why couldn’t all of it feel wrong so that it would be that much simpler to leave him behind? She didn’t want to.
She kissed him.
She wanted to stay, and she wished she could tell him.
She could put it all in a letter lamenting her lack of choice in the matter, but wasn’t she choosing a life without him as though she had no other option?
The pleasure was building, his mouth leaving her and journeying to her right breast, where he parted his lips and scraped his teeth over the sensitive flesh. She drew a breath, arching back against the sensation, head tilted back as she ground her pelvis against his with increasing need.
She was moaning, low and hungry. Her inner dragon was firing up her veins as the orgasm drew nearer. His inner dragon responded in kind and their light mixed softly in the air around them. When she noticed, her eyes widened. Then her gaze connected with his again, seeing that he had noticed too.
They were magic.
