The Protector (Fire's Edge #4) - Abigail Owen Page 0,16
current passed through her, leaving her pulsating.
“Fuck me,” he groaned.
“Yes, please.”
Her words seemed to unleash him. He slammed one hand against the wall, the other wrapped around her waist to hold her steady as he proceeded to pound into her, the thick base of his cock butting up against her clit with each out of control thrust. Lyndi held on tight for the ride, letting the sensation slam through her, building and swelling, until the tingling from before once again started up at the base of her neck, stronger this time.
Her body clamped down hard on him as the gathered storm of sensation singed down her spine to her womb then exploded outward. Levi threw back his head on a roar as he swelled inside her, stretching her more, then released, grunting with each pulse as she milked his cock dry of his seed.
Suddenly, Lyndi found herself wishing like hell…
No. She shut the thought off before it could go any further.
His essence would do nothing inside her, no matter how much she wished it otherwise. Even if a small part of her, the part that refused to die no matter the reality, desperately wished it could be otherwise. All female-born dragons were sterile.
Instead, she focused on the glorious sensations washing over every nerve in her body. Breathing hard, Lyndi dropped her head to Levi’s shoulder as her body slid away into a world of sublime release. Every ounce of tension drained from her muscles, leaving her limp, even as lingering jolts of pleasure trembled through her body.
Followed by thoughts.
She closed her eyes against them, but they wouldn’t leave her alone.
Not regret. But…what the hell happened now?
Because, just as she’d always suspected would be the case, she didn’t want to give this up. Give him up. A truth that scared the ever-living fires of hell out of her. Even her dragon gave a small whine of concern.
He’s leaving. The choice is out of your hands.
Gods that hurt.
…
Levi had no idea what alerted him to the change in Lyndi’s state of mind, a subtle tensing around him maybe. He was still sheathed inside her.
Hell. She’d taken all of him. Every thick, long inch.
All he wanted to think about was doing that again. And again. And…
She sighed, the sound wrapping around his heart, and he acted on pure instinct. Pulling from her body, he swung her so that he was carrying her and walked them both over to her massive bed. The covers were all askew, so he tucked them both between the sheets and lay down facing her, keeping her close.
She stared at him, eyes wide, but quiet. Very un-Lyndi-like, which scared him more. “Don’t,” he said.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t let the world intrude. Not yet.” He wasn’t ready. If she wanted to go back to the way things had been…
I’m leaving anyway.
Lyndi’s smile was edged in a bitter kind of sadness. “The world never went away,” she said.
“It did for me.” In her arms, everything became simple. Beautiful.
Lyndi squirmed, and he knew without asking that she’d felt it, too. “What do you want?” she asked.
“Want?” He trailed a finger over her shoulder, absorbing the silky, warm feel of her skin. “I want a connection.”
“You’ll find your mate someday—”
He shook his head. “You’re not hearing me. I didn’t say mate, I said connection. It’s not about the fates, or destiny, or continuing my family line, or a political advantage. A true connection comes with no strings, no expectations.”
He paused, taking in her stunned expression, and offered her a crooked, self-deprecating smile. “Don’t laugh.”
“I wouldn’t laugh at that.”
“Don’t shut me out, either,” he countered.
She glanced away, and he trailed his wandering hand to tip her chin so she’d look at him. But the second their gazes collided, Lyndi shook off his touch. He tried not to let that sting.
“What do you want from me?” she asked. “You know that this is all we get.”
Come with me.
Levi barely managed to keep the words from bursting out of his mouth. At the mere thought, everything inside him stilled and then rushed forward again. What was he thinking? He couldn’t ask that of her. Could he?
Lyndi stared, still waiting for an answer, searching his gaze which he held steady on her even through his own panic. Too soon. Asking her anything like that was…too soon.
“That’s not fair,” he said instead, hating every damn syllable.
She closed her eyes and leaned forward, brushing his lips in a kiss that was a hundred percent regret. “That old cliché?” she whispered.