Chapter 19
Rosemary
I was dreaming of Chardum, of his body hovering above mine and his calloused hands stroking along my skin. My mind went from zero to a hundred in a heartbeat, picturing his dragonish tongue as he lapped at my core, piercing me deep. How could I stay away from him when my dreams filled me with images like that?
I tossed and turned, throwing the blankets off when I got too warm and slumbering lightly in between fits of intense desire. Those thoughts pushed away my worry about that vampire, the lawyer lady from Sunworld. We’d scared them off for now; they’d need time to regroup. So the parts of me I’d been trying to ignore came roaring to the forefront.
Had I not been thinking that I wanted to jump Char as soon as I had the chance? My dreams were all over that idea, turning up the heat. I heard his dark voice as he whispered naughty things in my ear, felt him everywhere stroking my flesh, and then it felt like he was watching me too, but from afar.
Confusion made me blink open my eyes, drawing me from the depths of my sensual dreams. How could he be watching me from afar and touching me from so close by at the same time? My sheets were clammy beneath me, my core slick and wet, and when I lifted my gaze from my empty bed to the door, there he was.
His expression was sensual and stark, a plate hanging forgotten from his fingers, a sandwich scattered on the floor in front of him. He was staring, his golden eyes eating me up the way I’d dreamed he’d been doing just moments ago. I knew what had happened right away, but I was no longer bothered by how his mind seemed to blur the edges between reality and dream. I just wanted him to do all the things he’d been making me dream about.
Lifting my hand, I curled a finger at him in a come hither motion. He followed that gesture into the room, his feet making the floorboards creak with each step. His shoulders filled up my vision, wide and bare. He was only wearing jeans, and he had left the top button undone. A tantalizing trail of fine black hairs led from his belly button into his pants, and I wanted to see where it went.
“Do you know what you’re asking for?” he drawled as he reached the bed and pressed his knee onto the mattress next to me. It dipped, and my body started sliding toward him, my hip pressing against him. On my other side, the mattress left a gap between the frame, too small to fully fit the giant bed, but it would still be big enough to fit the two of us together. Especially since I wasn’t planning on leaving much space between us.
I nodded my head, my teeth nibbling on my bottom lip. “I want you. You want me. It doesn’t need to be more than that right now, does it?” That whole soulmate thing was something too big to fully contemplate right now, but I did know that I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted a guy. Of course, he did sneak seduce me in my dreams on a regular basis, but I was definitely not about to complain about that.
“Is that so?” he said, for a moment just hovering there, his knee warm against my hip. I felt like he was waiting for something, but I didn’t know what. My declaration of undying love? He’d have to wait for that; I didn’t fall that quick, even if he was getting damn close to making me want everything he offered me.
“Yes,” I said firmly. He moved then, his body all restrained power as he brought his fists down to the mattress on either side of my head. I saw the flex of his biceps, the veins that ran along his arms, and I got a fantastic, tantalizing glimpse down his abs into his unbuttoned pants.
Chardum definitely had issues with clothing, but he was no longer some bizarre stranger. He really had turned into Chardum the Destroyer in my head. A man named Destroyer could do whatever he wanted, including walking around buck-naked and ravaging me in bed.
Tilting my head up a little was all the invitation he needed to dip down and press his mouth to mine for a kiss. He blazed hot, like always, his body caging me in as he took my mouth firmly. This was no seduction, it was a claim. His tongue tangled and licked; he nibbled on my lip and sucked it into his mouth. As he did so, palms seemed to slide down my face, over my throat, and along the slopes of my breasts, a mental touch as his hands were still planted on the mattress.
I grabbed the hem of my tank top and started pulling it up, eager to touch my skin to his. He sat back, finally letting me come up for air, and helped me. When my breasts were freed, his eyes glowed with flames and I found myself flung back, a growl rattling from his chest as he captured a nipple in his mouth.
“Oh,” I moaned, my body jerking in his grip, but this time he was keeping me pinned with his hands. He’d flung his leg over my hip and when I bucked, I came up against his muscled thighs. He lifted his head just enough to meet my eyes, his tongue flicking out, just a tad too long to look fully human, and he lapped my other nipple until that one was an equally stiff peak.
“So pretty, so tasty,” he murmured, sliding lower to lap at the underside of one breast, then trail his tongue down to swirl it in my belly button. I shivered on the edge of ticklish. He hooked his thumbs into my panties, claws sliced, and the fabric fluttered away. My stomach swooped, shocked by the sight, instantly even more aroused. I hadn’t thought about it before, but all those little hints that he wasn’t quite a normal man were so freaking hot.
Now I was completely naked while he still wore his jeans, the rough denim pressed against my thighs when he scooted down. His hands were on my hips to pull me into whatever position he wanted. I felt owned, cared for, as he just did what he wanted and it was somehow exactly what I needed. I should have known he’d been part of my dreams, that he knew that I’d fantasized about his mouth on my clit, his tongue in my channel.
First, he lapped through my folds, collecting my dew on his agile tongue. It made him moan, his eyes like flames. I was fairly certain I was seeing hints of gold glimmer beneath the skin on his cheekbones. It was almost like his scales were just beneath the surface, ready to push through if he didn’t hold the transformation back.
Then he sucked on my clit, pleasure exploding through me, bringing me so close to the edge that I felt like I could topple at any moment. His grip on my hips was firm, almost harsh enough to border on pain. I knew I couldn’t escape him; all I could do was let him eat me like I was his last meal.
His tongue did the thing I had dreamed of, swirling around my opening and then sliding inside, twisting deep. I came off the mattress with a shout, my orgasm breaking through me when that tongue strummed a spot of nerves just inside. I had never come that way before, and this one crashed through me wild and powerful.
When he lifted his head, wetness coated his chin and his smile was as wide as the Cheshire Cat and just as mischievous. He was kneeling between my legs and his cock had pushed free from his opened jeans, proudly rising between his denim-clad legs.
A big, turgid length in tawny skin freckled with gleams of gold and thickly veined. The head of his cock was shaped wider and flatter, with a thick, dual ridge. Close enough to look almost human, if not for the gold, but definitely slightly foreign. His cock was huge. He was bigger than any of my previous partners and I felt a twinge of worry; would he even fit?
“Ready for me? My lovely Rosy?” he said, his voice edged with this husky growl. The question was civilized, patient, but his tone was anything but. I knew I was in bed with a dragon. All I had to do was lightly dip my chin, and he pounced. I found my arms pinned above my head by one big fist, the other yanking on my thigh to open me up for him.
His cockhead kissed my opening. Thick, so very wide, and sizzling hot. I wanted to tell him that it was too much, that I couldn’t take him like that. He hadn’t even tested my opening with a finger; I was certain I needed more stretching before I could take that monster of his. Only he swooped in and covered my mouth, his tongue tangling around mine and sucking me deep. Just like that, my body seemed to flower open, his cock sliding in the first inch.
He was so warm, a slight burn edging my channel as I stretched. I no longer wanted to tell him to go slow or to wait because I wasn’t ready. I wanted to see if he was right, and when his thumb strummed my clit, wetness gushed, easing his way.
With a subtle move of his hips, he pushed in, then he pulled back out. Each time he pushed a little deeper, a little harder, and I started to writhe beneath him, my heels digging into the mattress. That felt so damn good. He was filling me so much; surely he had to be all in by now? But when I glanced down between our bodies, half of him was still out; I whimpered.
“Ssh, you can take all of me. You were made for me. I promise, my love,” he assured me. His hips moved, keeping up their rhythm and under my watchful stare, I realized more of him kept disappearing inside of me. He was right. I felt so full, I felt like it was impossible, but I was taking him. Each jerk of his hips brought us closer to completion.
When the worry slid away, pleasure replaced it. His hot length, the veins, and the more defined head, all worked to stimulate me. His thumb steadily strummed my clit, only it wasn’t his hand, it was his mind. The way he always seemed able to touch my body without actually touching it.
“Look, that’s all of me. Look at how perfect we are together,” he said, and my lashes fluttered open. I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes, but I had, and I had to force myself to look again. I gasped at the sight of myself stretched wide around his thick intrusion. When he leaned closer, his pelvis brushed against mine, pressing against my clit.
It was perfect. He was right; I felt like we were two puzzle pieces clicking together, meant to be. Our bodies fit, and with each powerful thrust of his hips, I felt myself soaring higher. Soaring to heaven with my dragon. His phantom touches alternating with each thrust. I had no choice but to fly apart in his arms.
I moaned his name, stars bursting behind my eyelids and my body clenching down hard in flutters around him. He roared, his body straining above me, the sound rattling the windows. Then I felt it, his seed spurting out of him hotly, warmer than his cock; not painful, but definitely very noticeable. There was a lot of it too, dribbling out of me around his erection.
My mind spun, the pleasure still cascading through me, sweeping me away. Sending me spiraling out into the world as though I were unraveling, becoming one with the earth, with the power I’d inherited from my father. It was only his heat, his body caging me, impaling me, that kept me there, or I was sure I would have lost myself. But he was my anchor, and I knew in that moment that he always would be. Chardum was here to stay, ready to embed himself deeply in my heart the way he’d planted his seed in my belly; it made me happy.