ESMERALDA 9
I never knew that I could feel like this, that something between a man and a woman could feel this good. Dag’s kisses have thoughts of my past vanishing. Even if it’s only for a momentary space in time, his kisses make me dream that something between the two of us is possible.
His hand moves down, stroking between my legs. The passion I feel for this man is a bubbling volcano waiting to erupt and consume me. When his finger slips into my heat, I throw my head back, breaking the kiss as I gasp his name. Dag continues to pleasure me until a few strokes later, I feel myself tightening around his finger, my muscles tensing. He pulls his hand away, which has me groaning in disappointment. Opening my eyes, I watch as he positions his body, grabbing my thighs as I lift my hips up so that he can slide his glistening hardness into my heat.
We both gasp as he thrusts, burying himself deep within me.
“Mine!” he grunts, his gaze boring deep into mine. Before Dag came along, I was forced, tortured, and abused. It left me feeling worthless and inadequate. Now, for once in my life, I feel like this could be something good, that maybe I can be normal. But life isn’t always that simple, and I heard what Basil said when they were at the gate. I heard his threats. I can’t be responsible for anything happening to anyone here that is standing up for me, standing up for someone that has hurt so many in the past because she was too afraid of being hurt again.
Dag starts to withdraw, then thrusts forward quickly. His movement has me sighing. All thoughts leave me except for the overwhelming feeling of fullness that I am feeling. His movements become more determined, his thrusts faster and stronger. I look at his biceps flexing, his chest glistening with sweat, and all the tattoos enhancing the beauty of his sculptured body.
Dag’s all male. He might not be fully human like he says, but he is one hundred percent manly. His rugged masculinity will have many women dreaming of him—wanting him.
His abs tense as he continues to move to a rhythm older than time. My body joins his dance—a dance that has my hips undulating as his hands slide over my body until they are both covering my breasts and lightly squeezing.
“Fuck, you are perfect.” I wish his words were true, but I know they are not. I’m riddled with too many scars. But for the moment, I let myself enjoy the experience. It’s an experience that I wish I could have again and again, but I know I can’t let myself dream because it is too dangerous to continue with this fairy tale.
His thrusts deepen as his hands tighten on my breasts, which only intensifies the tingling racing through my body. His head is thrust back as he growls deep in his throat. My body is ready to erupt, I have never felt this absolute state of lust like I feel right now—a passion that is consuming my every nerve. My body starts to tighten in readiness, but I hold back, worried that I will explode into a million pieces and never be able to be put back together.
“Let go,” he orders as one of his hands slides down to stroke my pulsing clit. His mere touch has my brain shutting down as my senses take over. Every touch is like a stroke of my soul. His essence is penetrating every cell in my body until I fear that it will forever be imprinted in my DNA. He leans forward, never slowing his thrusts as his lips meet my shoulder. I feel the kiss like a silk caress, his lick like an aphrodisiac has been slipped into my bloodstream. When his teeth bite down on my flesh, everything around me explodes into a war of emotions—a war of ecstasy.
“Dag!” I don’t know if I should whisper or scream his name as everything suddenly seems to come together as if in a eureka moment of perfection.
“I join us forever and always. Where one goes, the other shall follow. I will hold you above everyone and everything else. I will protect you until my last breath. My body, soul, and mind are forever yours and yours is mine.”
I hear Dag’s words as if he’s saying them from far away, but they are so beautiful, so perfect that I let them penetrate my very being, building a memory that I can hold on to one day.
Dag roars his release.
My heart races and I am breathing even faster as I try to calm these overwhelming feelings. I can feel Dag’s essence deep in my body, coating my insides with his masculinity. When he finally stops his rocking, I can hear my breathing loud in my ears. Closing my eyes, I let myself be in the moment, taking in every feeling—every nuance.
After a while, Dag moves, his body slipping out of me as he rolls to my side. He lifts my shoulders as he slips his arm under my arms, bringing me up against his chest.
I keep my eyes closed, enjoying this moment of perfection. It’s a moment that I never thought I would have in my life. I feel the light kiss on my forehead before Dag lays his head back. His heart beats to a calming rhythm against my ear.
We lie there quietly, not talking but just enjoying the togetherness. Then I hear Dag’s breathing deepen and his heart slow, and I know that he’s falling asleep. I smile, even though my soul is filled with sadness, I’m glad that I let myself feel what it could have been like if things were different. I know that I will always regret not being able to have this, but it would completely destroy me if anything happened to Dag because of me.
I don’t know how long I lie awake listening to Dag sleeping—listening to the sounds of the night, and the movement of five different people. By the tread, I can tell they are Elementals and they are coming from all different sides. I’m assuming it’s because they have men patrolling at night. Opening my eyes, I look up at Dag’s sleeping face. His stubble darker and slightly longer since I first saw him, but his face is relaxed when he sleeps.
I want to raise my good hand and stroke his strong square jaw, touching every inch of his body, but I lie still, not wanting to wake him—not wanting to ruin this beautiful moment. From what I have seen of the Elementals, there is no doubt that they can take care of themselves, that they aren’t anything like the Desperados. I wish I could depend on that and say to hell with everything, but my conscious is already burdened with all the women I helped the Desperados capture, I couldn’t possibly have the strength to live if I too, were responsible for anything to happen to Dag, or anyone in the Elementals.
Closing my eyes, I feel a tear streak down my cheek and sorrow for what I’m going to have to do. It fills my heart and even my arm, which I hurt, is starting to feel the pain like fire. I look towards the side table next to where Dag is laying, and I wish I could grab some painkillers, but I don’t want to move, wake up Dag, and end tonight. Unfortunately, my arm is starting to burn.
I try to slide away quietly to not wake Dag, but the minute I move, his arm tightens, his eyes snapping open.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice husky from sleep, but his gaze alert and worried.
“I’m just going to get a painkiller. Sorry for waking you,” I murmur as I try to sit up.
Dag shakes his head as he slides his arm from under me and sits up.
“No, I’ll get it for you.”
I’m surprised at his willingness to help me. Sean couldn’t care less if I was dying, I couldn’t disturb him, or I would be hurting more. I raise my hand to my shoulder, rubbing at it and my upper arm, strange that it is burning like fire when it’s my wrist that is broken.
Dag opens the container with the painkillers. He then pours water from the decanter into the glass before he turns towards me. He stretches out his hand with the glass when he stops abruptly and frowns. He snaps around, placing the glass back on the side table before he is turning back to me and pulling my hand away. “Fuck!” he mutters.
“What?” I ask in concern as I try to look down at my shoulder, but his big hands are now cupping my shoulder and upper arm protectively.