Page 61 of Drawn By Dragonblood
The idea dried my mouth and left me shifting on my chair at the same time.
Wield my sexuality and get more fantasies fulfilled? Explore what I felt sure would lead to something more than sating lust? Elijah had wormed in between me and Jon—but not in a negative way.
Something about the man…
My camera in the middle of the island caught my eye, and I pulled it toward me. Image after image on the screen caught Elijah paused in motion, muscles flexed, sweat dripping. His beauty was other-worldly—as though generative AI had finally crafted perfection. I focused in on his face, the memory of his full lips laying open-mouth kisses between my thighs causing my core to pulse with need.
“Damn,” I murmured, tempted to finger myself.
A whisper of sound reminded me of where I sat, and I glanced up to find him at the foot of the stairs. How he’d descended without my awareness proved I’d been caught up in fantasy.
My breath snagged, and the sexual energy between us caused my heartbeat to heighten and my belly to flutter. I sat frozen, ensnared by his unwavering gaze as he stalked toward me in near silence as though unable to bear the distance between us.
He pushed my hair over my shoulder, his fingertips brushing along my neck and sending a shiver of goose bumps down my body. “So beautiful,” he murmured, laying his warm palm against the side of my neck.
I breathed in the scent of fire and cinnamon and found myself leaning into his warmth, all thoughts but the rightness of his hand on me having fled my mind. My lips tingled to touch his and assure him he wasn’t alone. My nipples strained against his shirt, desires of the heat of his mouth or the tug of his fingers, accepting the pleasure he longed to give me.
Frozen in time took on a whole new meaning as I floated in an ocean of desire, of physical and emotional need so intense a soft whine escaped me.
“The memory of your mouth on me and the taste of you lingered on my tongue far into the night,” he whispered, his voice lower than usual while sweeping the pad of his thumb across my lower lip. “I couldn’t sleep for want of you. To bury my cock in your slick heat. Hold you in my arms while flooding your womb with my seed.”
Arousal leaked from my core as his words captured and set me on fire with unquenchable flames.
I whimpered at the steady pulses in my pussy, the desperation to squeeze and milk his length until he did what he said.
“You long for the same.” Elijah’s words weren’t intoned with question, but I found myself needing to answer.
I swallowed, knowing it wasn’t the time to steer us toward fulfillment like I’d considered doing. “I— Jon’s w-working for you now…”
“That’s not a no.”
Silence hovered, and I stared into his swirling pupils, damn near lost in my desire to feel him inside me. Owning me. Claiming the part of my soul where he’d made himself at home.
I could be more open with my husband and push for what I lusted for, but interaction without him, however right it felt, wouldn’t be right.
“I-I’m not free to take what I want. It has to be Jon’s doing,” I whispered, hating I couldn’t fully grasp my inner fierceness, yet proud of myself for remaining faithful to the man who I’d committed my life to. I would sacrifice my desires to prove he was enough, more than worthy of my affections all on his own.
Elijah’s shoulders fell as though my words disappointed him.
“The decision must be yours, Dakota.” His hand dropped to his side, and he stepped back, putting space between us when every part of me except for my brain demanded the opposite.
“But I…” I couldn’t voice the riotous mess in my head warring with that in my heart.
“You both must come to me of your own accord,” he stated quietly and with finality, reminding me of old men quoting scripture or ancient text. His tone also hinted of inner turmoil. Longing so intense I couldn’t breathe.
My throat swelled shut at the tightness in my chest.
“I don’t understand,” I whispered.
His pale eyes burned bright, as though some inner light wished to snake from his body and mark me.
Fantasy, I reminded myself.
Shaking my head, I slid off my stool and headed toward the stairs, every shuffled footstep away from Elijah like peeling skin from bone.
Assurance of my husband’s presence upstairs alone made my escape possible.
Chapter 23
