Pure Destiny (PureDark Ones #12) - Aja James Page 0,84
learn when she was cursed and trapped in this form.
She was probably not a sadist in the truest sense of the word, however. It didn’t make her “happy” or feel stimulated when she inflicted pain. She just didn’t care enough about the suffering of others. She was merely curious what their reaction to various forms of stimuli would be. A means to an end.
Pain was simply the most expedient and readily available stimulus. And it just so happened that her experiments required the subjects to endure quite a bit of it. Even if there were ways to numb the pain for Immortals, as there was for humans, she wouldn’t bother. She simply didn’t care about their suffering.
Until she met him.
After eons alone, she longed again for the closeness and affinity of another. She’d let him inside as she’d never done before, joined with him in body and mind.
He’d been so bright, so full of irresistible light and joy. She’d wanted to consume him whole. Devour him and make him part of her.
But that was the tricky part of souls—each one was unique and independent. She could bind herself to him, wrap herself around him as tightly as a thorny vine. But he would always remain separate from her. To have him fully, she would have had to make herself vulnerable too, so that he could have her in return.
She couldn’t do it fully. Expose her weaknesses like that. Even to him. She was determined that she had no weaknesses. Her parasitic fox spirit forms were abhorrently weak enough. Thus, though they’d been Mates, they hadn’t truly Bonded.
Besides, she hadn’t truly been Pure.
But she lost him too. Her tiny slice of heaven after an eternity of Darkness.
Never again. She’d never submit to another. She would ever only be above.
She’d be a god.
“What will you look like?” she continued to muse over the Creature’s dragon form. “Something sleek and dangerous, most likely, given your humanoid form.”
Pale scales with black mane? Four claws or two? What magical powers would he have?
She was so very curious.
“You will serve me well, Creature. Or I’ll crush you like a worm beneath my claws and create another. After all, your spawn has all of the necessary ingredients already. He simply needs time to form fully. One day, he will no doubt surpass you.”
Her blood-red lips curled with anticipation.
“I cannot wait to meet him.”
She closed the window over her creation’s face, then, and sealed him back inside the coffin.
Which was why she didn’t see the Creature’s lips part in a savage snarl, baring two rows of tightly packed, razor-sharp dragon teeth.
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A couple hours before the first rays of dawn, Dalair carried a bonelessly replete Sophia back into the cave behind the concealing waterfall curtain.
He quickly checked on the boy, who slumbered obliviously on, as children seemed to have the unique capacity to do when exhausted. Then, he joined Sophia’s sleeping form by the entrance of the cave.
Both of them still naked, he curled his body around hers from behind, lifted her thigh, and slowly pushed his still hard and pulsing erection inside her tight, swollen-slick channel.
She moaned in her sleep and clenched reflexively around his aching flesh, locking him even deeper inside her.
He laid one arm beneath her head so that she could use his bicep as a pillow, pulled the thin blanket she had around both of them, and wound his other arm possessively around her waist, his hand cupping her mons from the front.
This was how they would always be together. His body inside hers, wrapped around her. Giving her pleasure, strength, providing protection.
In return, she was his home. His sanctuary. She would take all of his pleasure and pain and guard his secrets, all of the vulnerabilities and weaknesses he showed only to her.
His thumb strummed lightly across her pearl, his face buried against the back of her neck.
She smelled so good, his Sophia. The elusive notes of Lady of the Night Orchid infused with her own unique scent of innocence, passion, darkness and light. Even though he’d known her in two incarnations, Kira and Sophia, and even though everything about these two women were different—looks, personality, experiences—somehow, she always smelled the same.
His soul recognized hers.
Always.
His muscles tightened around her, his cock hardening and thickening even further to Claim her.
Automatically, she fisted him tighter within her core, her inner muscles milking him even in slumber.
“Dalair…” she sighed, her orgasms surging and ebbing through her like gentle waves.