Her Dragon To Slay(18)

The different textures of the skin along his massive shoulders that she felt as she massaged the liniment into his beautifully battered skin soothed her as much as she hoped it did him. They tickled the pads of her fingers. There were patches of skin that felt softer on the surface but firmer underneath, almost like a scar but different somehow. She imagined him as a Guardian, a Commander of warriors, someone who had seen numerous battles, so in her mind it only stood to reason that he had scars. She didn’t even question where the image of him leading men into battle had come from. It was just a belief planted firmly in her mind, the longer her hands were on his body. She molded and massaged his massive muscles, his skin becoming warmer than its already elevated temperature and some of what she believed to be scars became more predominant. They seemed to take shape right before her eyes. As she focused on a particularly intricate set of lines on his back, she swore it resembled a large wing wrapping up and over his left shoulder. As she followed the line of that powerful wing it swooped down into a large powerful body with a beautifully massive wing coming out the other side. The longer she attended to his wounds, rubbing her hands over his amazing skin, the more intrigued she became by the picture taking shape right before her eyes. It was not until she looked towards his right shoulder that she was captured by the most awe inspiringly, majestic face she had ever seen. She met the creature’s eye and for a split second felt a caress all the way to her soul, a flash of recognition just like when she locked eyes with Rayne. It felt like the melding of souls, the calling of like to like.

She was so intent on administering care to the powerful man under her hands, focused on the immerging picture on his back that she almost missed the slight stirring her warrior was making in his sleep. She leaned closer to see if his eyes were still closed. She paused. ‘Did he just growl?’ She asked herself. Well, not really growl, more like a purr, a sound of contentment. As she was leaned over, looking at a face surely sculpted by a God, she couldn’t stop herself from drawing his scent into her lungs. A scent that reminded her of a warm breeze right after a rain mixed with the manliest musk she had ever smelled. Without thought she drew another breath, pulling more of his intoxicating scent into her lungs and just held it there. His tantalizing aroma aroused thoughts of dark sweaty nights, bodies wrapped around each other, driving each to their mutual release. She exhaled slowly and inhaled again almost immediately, not able to get enough of this man as her eyes slid shut. Her breasts became heavy and her juices began to flow. She squeezed her legs together in an attempt to stem the ache burning her from the inside out.

There was that purr again. No matter what happened after this moment, she would always associate that sound with this man. His back vibrated against her chest and her nipples peaked even harder. She leaned closer; the heat from his body soaking into hers, stoking the fire burning within that was begging to be quenched. If she leaned just a fraction closer, she could place her lips on the tantalizing spot where his neck met his shoulder. The image of her parted lips tasting his flesh with just the tip of her tongue entered her mind. A certainty grew within her; one taste would never be enough. The little voice spurring her on gave assurance that he would taste even better than he smelled. She knew she should not be having erotic thoughts about a man she knew basically nothing about but no amount of reason would calm her curiosity, her need. She prayed he didn’t wake up. There was no way she was prepared for him to know about the things he made her feel. She looked again. He seemed pretty out of it. The longer she stayed where she was the harder it became to resist the pull of this man. Rayne was harder to resist than Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia and that was saying something. The will to resist the attraction this man stirred within her was nonexistent.

She relaxed, lowering herself those last few inches. Her lips touched his skin. The spark only he could generate, flooded her system, spreading all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes, touching everywhere in between. It was the most phenomenal feeling she’d ever experienced. Something she never wanted to end. A sigh slipped from her lips, the remaining tension rolling out of her body.

An unwavering certainty became apparent. She could live forever cocooned in the delicious heat of this man’s body. They fit perfectly together, two pieces of a puzzle designed to be connected. Her eyes closed. The image of this man’s body on top of hers, skin to skin; his kissable lips on hers took residence in her lust soaked mind. The feel of him sucking her aching breasts into the wet warmth of his mouth, his hardness sliding into the wetness he had drawn from her core, thrusting between her thighs made all thoughts of anything but this man and the pleasure she would find in his arms vanish. She moved her lips farther up his neck, butterfly kissing the sweet spot right behind his ear. She had the strongest urge to pull his ear lobe between her lips and bite ever so softly.