Page 23 of Healer
Next to Hakkar stood a small stool covered with clothing and a set of moccasin-type shoes—loaners from Vienda. There didn’t look to be a nightgown, though. Maybe if I removed the nasty hospital gown and slept naked myself, Hakkar would take the hint.
Was I really being this forward?
Yes.
Yes, I was.
Gosh, he’s cute.
And sweet and kind and protective and sexy.
With unsteady movements, I pushed myself from the bed, my mind set on undressing. But the room spun, blurring my vision and causing me to stumble. One minute, I careened face-first toward the dirt floor. The next minute, strong, sturdy arms wrapped around me, holding me upright. I found myself pressed against Hakkar’s solid chest—the warmth emanating from his muscular frame comforting and secure.
I gazed into molten golden eyes that held amusement and something my inebriated senses would have sworn was desire.
“Gosh, you’re cute.”
I traced my fingers up his chest, feeling the hard ridges of his defined muscles. My hands slid over his broad shoulders and around his neck, gripping him tightly as I stood on tiptoes and pulled his mouth to mine.
Hakkar stood stoic and immovable, his expression betraying a brief moment of confusion as he processed my action. The next moment, his arms enveloped me like a vise, pulling me flush against his body as his lips slanted over mine. I took the invitation to deepen the kiss tentatively, sliding my tongue against his.
Warm, firm lips pressed against mine with an urgent hunger, his tongue reciprocating and exploring the depths of my mouth as if searching for something precious. I tasted the lingering sweetness of wine on his breath while his skilled tongue danced with mine in a passionate tango. As our bodies pressed together, I felt heat radiating from his skin, igniting a fire within me that burned hotter than I could ever imagine.
The kiss was everything I hoped it would be.
Everything I wanted.
Everything.
And still not enough.
I needed more.
I needed to feel every inch of his bare skin pressed against mine. I needed to experience the full intensity of being possessed by him. The thought of his hands exploring every curve and dip of my body sent shivers down my spine. I yearned for him to possess me completely in every way imaginable.
I wanted Hakkar.
I gently pulled away, locking my gaze with his stunning golden eyes. My heart raced as I longed to express the overwhelming desire coursing through me. But the room spun around us, the flickering candlelight casting shadows and playing tricks on my vision. Before I could find my voice, darkness descended and swallowed me whole, relegating my desires to nothing more than unspoken dreams.
Chapter 10 – Hakkar
Something pulled me awake, just conscious enough to realize the warmth of Anges pressed against me, our limbs tangled together in a comfortable embrace wasn’t just a blissful dream. I lay beside her on the bed, her back pressed to my chest, her perfectly plump bottom in the cradle of my thighs. I shouldn’t have lain down beside her, but after what happened, those glorious moments before intoxication pulled her toward sleep… I couldn’t move away.
She kissed me.
And it was wonderful.
I’d read about kisses in my human studies, never considering experiencing the gesture myself. As a healer, I understood why most of the Alliance eschewed the practice as unsanitary.
But then she kissed me. And now my thoughts swirled with the memory of her full lips pressed to mine and the delicate sweep of her tongue.
I want it again.
I want Agnes.
I’d wanted her since the moment I saw her strapped to the research table, glaring defiantly at those who would use her as no more than an object of experimentation. Wanted her more than any female I’d ever known. I couldn’t help but wonder if fate brought us together. Could the goddess bless me as my Chieftain with a fated mate?
With Agnes?
