Bonus Scene #2
“I need you too,” he replies, slipping my shirt over my head and tossing it aside.
From the corner of my eye, I watch it flutter to the floor.
My breasts break free, and he ogles them for a brief moment.
His gaze brims with desire, along with that fierce protectiveness I’ve become so accustomed to.
“I need you like the universe needs the cosmos,” he elaborates, setting his hands on my hips and staring directly into my eyes.
A brief beat of silence passes, and I’m suddenly thwarted by the heart-stopping image of him actually fighting a full-sized dragon head-on for me. Would he even care if he lived or died?
“I love you,” he says. “I’ve loved you for a thousand lifetimes.”
“I love you, too… Augustine.”
He takes my words as an invitation. Gently, he scoops me up with a single arm and sets me down on my back on the bed.
He crawls over me slowly, positioning each arm on either side of my body, his biceps flexing to keep his body poised over mine instead of crushing me.
As our eyes collide, his ignite like they’re on fire.
And just then, I’m suddenly swept up by a memory.
It’s a vision of the two of us lying on a pallet behind a waterfall, in our little makeshift home that he carved for us back in Aurora.
The blankets are strewn between us, all tangled-up and soft, and his hands are wrapped around my waist, keeping me warm.
Light is pouring in through the windows, illuminating us in gold.
The sweat clinging to my skin shimmers thanks to all the heated sex we’d had just moments before.
I feel safe there, protected by the carnage of war.
I gasp at the memory.
“You remember,” he realizes, his eyes filling with unbridled joy. I nod. He brushes a finger over my stomach, and my heart flutters in response.
Yes. I remember everything.
From this lifetime, and the one before….
“You’re my fucking drug, Raven,” he’d said, groaning against my ear as we made love behind the waterfall. He pumped his cock into me, filling me to the brim with cum. As I whimpered for more, he'd whispered, “I’m addicted to your soul.”
“Perhaps you could remind me again?” I ask as the memories flicker in and out.
“Are you sure?” he asks, an eagerness splaying over his features.
I nod again, and he pulls me into the most fiercely protective kiss I’ve ever experienced.
A kiss that speaks to me in another language, one that the universe itself hums from the skies.
His kiss is passionate and filled with fervor, imbued with a spark of sizzling energy that sets the rest of my memories on fire.
Nothing matters aside from this. Fuck the Dragon King, fuck the wraiths, and fuck the great mothers above for causing such chaos. All I want is to be with him.
“I’ve never been more sure,” I say between breaths.
He dips a hand between my legs, and my whole body quivers.
“Like this?” he asks softly, brushing his fingers along the hem of my panties, his voice so low that it reverberates down to my core.
I buckle my hips upward to greet his fingers, an eagerness spreading throughout my body like a hungry flame. More. I need more.
“Getting closer,” I say, biting my lower lip.
“What about this?” he asks, sweeping my panties aside and running a finger over my mound. His finger is so warm, so soft and delicate yet rough at the same time, that my entire body shivers as he inserts it into my wetness.
“Fuck,” I say, bucking my hips against it.
“Is it becoming more clear yet?” he asks, a grin sweeping over his lips.
“No,” I groan, shaking my head side to side while bucking my hips up and down—a more difficult feat than one would imagine. “It’s becoming hazier. I need more.”
“Ah,” he grumbles, inserting two fingers this time. “What about now?”
“Fuck,” I exhale, wishing he’d curl his fingers into my tender spot. But instead, he holds them steady as I buck against them harder, practically taunting me with that handsome smirk of his. “Fuck me, Augustine,” I say breathlessly. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
His brows rise. “Are you sure?”
I want him to fuck me until my world spins.
What more is there to explain?
“Yes!” I relent. “I want you. Not in a dream or in a memory, but in reality. Please,” I beg, bucking my hips some more. “I want you to make love to me… as if you’re making up for all the lost lifetimes we’ve spent apart.”
A dimple appears in his right cheek, and then, just like magic, he curls his fingers into my sweet spot and elicits a scream from the depths of my fucking soul.
“YESSSSSS.”
The world blurs as adrenaline floods through me, revving up my nerve endings and making my blood roar.
I feel his body shift downward, followed by the touch of his tongue lathering my clit as he continues pumping his fingers into me.
My entire body quivers as he brings me to the edge of an orgasm. Gods, yes. Like that.
He presses his fingers against the spot that makes my entire center of gravity explode and says, “Buck those hips, gorgeous. Buck them good and hard.”
“It’s not enough,” I say, pausing to pant for breath, my toes tingling from how fucking good his tongue had felt and the way he’d lapped up my juices like that.
He stops to glance up at me, shock splaying over his timeless features, his cheeks a well-worked flush between my legs.
Then he gives me a look like he doesn’t understand what I mean.
I clear my throat and clarify, “Your cock. I need your cock, Augustine.”
His entire face shifts in realization. “Are you—” He stops himself short, as if I’ve left him utterly speechless. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Now take your pants off.”
He quickly undoes his button and slips off his pants, flinging them over his shoulder across the room.
They land in a flutter on the floor as he whisks off my panties next, which he’d been shoving to the side prior to this moment.
I watch them tumble onto the edge of the bed, and then I shift my gaze back to him.
All that’s left is the two of us, naked and staring at each other, our eyes colliding in a dance of desire.
Oh, and his cock, which is massive and throbbing, and has a tiny bit of cum dripping off the tip.
“Now, where were we again?” I ask as he spreads my legs apart gently.
I let them fall, watching as his gaze roams over my pussy. Then he takes his cock in his hand.
“I think I was about to remind you what it felt like to get fucked by a god,” he says.
“Allow me,” I say, taking his cock and guiding it into my entry. Once it’s positioned, he gives me a final look that seems to indicate I can still change my mind. But I shake my head, because I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
“Fuck me raw,” I say eagerly.
He inserts himself into me, and my entire world lights up—like I’m seeing a new color for the first time, and it’s fucking glorious.