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Not those silly little nail ones which she tossed aside. Ah, there they were, pretty golden ones with ornate finger rings. She ran her finger along one inner edge. Yep, nice and sharp too. Perfect for what she needed to do. Jezzie turned, held up her finds and gave the scissors a little snip-snip action.
“Do you trust me, Ni?” she asked sincerely, a smile tilting up the corners of her lips. Although, the smile didn't quite reach her eyes, and it made her look just a little bit psychotic.
“As much as I can with you holding a pair of scissors and looking a bit maniacal, Jez.” He laughed, half-covered his mouth, and whispered in an aside, “To be honest though . . . it’s kinda turning me on.”
A wide grin stretched his solemn features and her own lips responded in kind.
“If you want to do this yourself, Ni, I can leave you to it. I want this to be as easy for you as possible, okay? Just say the word, and I’ll back away, no offense taken.”
At the wash of relief she felt burst out of him she walked up to him slowly, held out the scissors and comb, and turned to walk away.
The firm grip of his hand around her wrist pulled her up short. His soft tug brought her back flush to the solid wall of his chest as his arms wrapped around her, warm breath from his parted lips tickled her ear.
“I need you to do this, a stór. I cannot bring myself to look at it, let alone touch it. I need your help. You are the only one I trust.”
She felt a shudder run through him, evidence of his vulnerability. Thoughts flew through her head as she imagined what he was like before Raum. Was he the same sweet man, only less tormented? Was there a cockiness she was yet to see? A dominant ego? A feckless womanizer? Would she ever meet the man he used to be? Would she ever want to? Her thoughts ground to a halt, just as quickly as they’d started. This man, no matter who he was before, was her Nithe. How he grew from here? Where he went from here? Was a new path they would tread together. This was their destiny, fate, whatever those bitches wanted to call themselves the mistresses of. But she’d give them some credit . . . Nithe was exactly the man she needed, and it was clear he needed her too.
Sitting him gently on the stool, his back to the mirror, Jezzie set to work. The comb was not going to make it through those knots, not yet. If she tried, she was certain the hard plastic would snap.
“How short did it used to be, Ni?” she queried, softly.
Nithe quickly indicated to his lightly bearded jaw line, about an inch below his ears, before snapping his hand back down to his knee. Where they dug like talons into his bare flesh. His robe barely covered the tops of his thighs, which made her mouth water, and images of him looking down at her as she knelt in front of him, his cock gliding in and out of her mouth, swam in her already lust dazed brain.
Jezzie snapped out of it, and got to work. This was not the time to fantasize. Nithe needed her to put all of that aside and help him attain some semblance of his old self in order to take away a part of the ghost that was Raum and all the damage he’d done.
His hair reached down to mid-shoulder, the knots denser at the ends, thankfully. It was almost as if he hadn’t been allowed to lay down his head, as most knots usually form closer to the scalp when people sleep. That fucking bastard! No way was she asking Nithe, but she suspected he’d been tied upright most of the time.
She trimmed as much length off as she could. Her hands were covered in crusty residue, both the rusty hue of dried blood, and other colors she’d rather ignore, and so she did. She said not a word as she placed down the scissors and guided him toward the shower, slipped the robe from his shoulders and placed the stool down inside. Quickly she pressed a red ‘STOP’ button on the wall, and the automatic water switched off. Gently she urged him to sit before she took hold of a handheld shower head, and got to work rinsing out as much grime as she could. She lathered, rinsed, and repeated a total of five times until she was satisfied his hair was as clean as she could get it. A whole hell of a lot of conditioner was next, she washed most of it out, leaving some in to help untangle the strands. Once all the knots were combed out, she gave it another trim. Not caring as the water washed the lopped off locks down the drain as she washed away the last of the conditioner, her fingers lingered in his hair, massaging his scalp, playing with the soft, wet strands.
His groan was the only warning she had before she found herself pinned to the cool marble wall. His lean body flush against her soft curves, his gaze burned into hers with molten desire as his hands cupped her ass, and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his trim waist. Her back arched toward him as the length of his hard cock pressed between her spread thighs, slid against the slick lips of her wet pussy.
She opened further for him, seeking him closer to her core, not just physically, either. The barrier in her that held her psychic powers at bay came crashing down, and they latched hard and fast to him. His desire, his love, but something tickled, like soda bubbles up her nose. A second set of wants and needs. The dragon’s emotions mirrored the man’s, only more primal, more carnal, more dominant. This should be interesting, she thought.
Resting his forehead against hers he looked into her eyes, his lips a hair's breadth away from hers. She shivered in anticipation. Slowly he pulled away, lowered her to the floor, and hit the green button on the wall. Water cascaded over them, warm and scented like fresh rain.
“Your turn, a stór,” he whispered as he spun her around . . . and proceeded to wash her flipping hair. She was slightly miffed until she felt the explosion of emotion pour out of him. He truly needed this. To care for her, to show her she mattered more than a tumble. Her knees just about buckled, her heart beat a wild rhythm in her chest, her own emotions thrust themselves outward. Nithe’s breath caught in his chest as he felt them. She looked over her shoulder at him with a goofy smile. Like a girl in love, and she realized for the first time in her life that goofily grinning girl was actually her.
“If there’s anything else you need to do before we head back to bed, Ni, now’s the time. I’ll finish up here, you have ten minutes max before I want to be back in your arms, and I don’t plan on leaving them for quite a while.” She bit her bottom lip, her eyes hooded with carnal intent. Though honestly, if all he wished was to snuggle she’d be totally onboard with that too.
Ten minutes later, he was dried, shaved, minty breathed, and leaning against the door jamb as he watched her rinse and spit, which must’ve been oh-so sexy a sight to witness.
“Time’s up, Jez, and I’m done waiting. I need you close to me, the softness of your skin warming mine.” The musky, unique scent of Nithe mixed with the heady fragrance of his desire as he lifted her in his arms. The soft cool sheets caressed her back before she even realized they’d left the bathroom, but it didn’t matter as his thigh slid between hers, his cock pressed to her hip.
“Um, can you touch it again, Jez?” came Nithe’s almost silent whisper.
“Touch what, Ni? Your cock? As yet I haven’t had the pleasure, but I can definitely oblige,” she offered saucily.
“My hair, cheeky woman, just to be sure. But I like your idea better, it’s next on the list.” His wink was soft, a shadow of uncertainty behind his beautiful eyes.
With graceful, languid motions she lifted her hands and buried her fingers in the soft, light-brown strands and gave a light tug to bring his lips close to hers.
“May I kiss you now, my lord?” she breathed, huskily. “You control this, Nithe. All of it. We do this your way, and if it means we don’t do it at all I’m just as happy to be wrapped in your warmth for as long as you like. You call the shots.”
“Just as happy, huh? We’ll see about that, Jez. Prepare to find out just how much happier you can be with more than just my warmth,” he growled. The dragon and man both took up a challenge she’d never meant to issue.
Cool air covered her torso as Nithe moved his body down the bed, his hot breath, warmer than normal, left a path of tingles over her skin. Rough palms grazed her full breasts, and teased her hard nipples into even firmer peaks. His tongue swirled around each one before he rained kisses over her abdomen. Little nips lightly stung her skin in a most delicious way as his calloused palms spread her thighs wide, only to hook them over his shoulders. Both palms slid under to cup the cheeks of her ass, lifting her to meet his hungry mouth. His lips, tongue, and teeth devoured every drop of her desire, like a man starved.
Her back arched sharply as two thick fingers thrust into her eager pussy. The wet glide of his tongue joined them, sending her over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm. Her body trembled and shook as the waves of pleasure slowly subsided.
