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Varzig takes my wrist again, but this time, with more pressure.
“Let’s sit for a little while,” he whispered reassuringly.
I nod, and we both drift to the ground. It’s damp from the dew of the foggy air, so he lays out his cloak, and we both sit on it. I feel like I’m moving in slow motion, the urge to flee present in my chest, not in fear, but due to a harmful wave of self-doubt.
But I trust my body. For the first time in a very long time, I trust it.
I lean back on my wrists as Varzig leans in my direction, a thoughtful look in his eyes that makes my body feel both weak and powerful at the same time.
He peered at me, trying to read me, and I could not speak. His beauty has rendered me silent.
“What are you thinking?” He finally asked.
My mouth is dry, but my lips are pulsing with want, like dew upon a rose at dawn. I trace my tongue over them, and his eyes follow, fireflies at midnight, searching for rest.
“I …” my voice stumbles, my chest rising and falling rapidly. “I’m thinking that I don’t know what I’m doing … what I’m feeling …”
He brings a hand to mine, engulfing it with a tenderness that makes me swoon. His voice is like a feather over my heart, soul, and body, making me quiver and making me crave.
“I think you know what you want, Tessa,” he murmured. “You just have to give yourself permission to have it.”
Varzig, this strange demon whom I created on a whim, is looking at me with admiration and a yearning I’ve wanted to see reflected back at me for as long as I can remember. Now, it’s just the allowance of such a yearning within myself that I must learn to fall into.
I lick my lips again as he moves closer, the hand that rested on mine rising up to cup my cheek. I let out a long sigh. The sensation of his warm scales on my skin is having an instant calming effect.
“Varzig …” I hear myself breathe. “My body, it's just so, so tired ….”
The confession falls out of me like rain from a cloud, and he’s there to catch it. I have never relied on anyone in my adult life, not even my parents. This experience of bare naked honesty is both refreshing and terrifying.
“Let me take care of it then …” he purred.
The tension in my body melts like water as he brings his lips to mine, and I close my eyes, giving in to the sweet surrender.
I groan as he presses into me, first with a kind firmness and then with a passion I’d never experienced before but craved.
My mouth parts for him, and I feel him grin under my lips. He’s gentle with me yet open about his desires. He holds my face in both hands as mine hold onto his, sliding up along the razor edge of his cheekbones. They move all the way up to hold the hard red marrow of his horns in my palms.
My tongue dances with his as we both groan, and I let him guide me to the damp cloak below us. I let my arms fall beside my head, submitting to him in the most astounding, freeing way.
My body is fierce and starving for him.
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His mouth is like iron in a stone fire, touching the cool surfaces of my skin, exploring hills very few have roamed. He says my name like the words I’ve written in my stories, romantic, needful, indulgent, and willing. I let my hands lay on the dewy cloak as his lips devour mine, their delicate softness finding themselves between his ferocious teeth. He sucks on them until my back arches in passion.
“Oh, Tessa,” he repeats over my mouth, then he finds my cheek and jaw with the same ardent intensity. “You are so beautiful. I’m going to make your body hum.”
I groan in response to him, my pelvis rising like some invisible button had been pushed. He’s on his side, with one of his legs intertwined with my own, and I whimper at the sensation of the growing bulge rubbing against my heated core.
He smiled and continued to my neck, a sensitive spot where I often long for a man to ravage me. He kissed it like I was made of glass and then nibbled, making my body surge in waves of delight, and I pressed once more against his growing arousal.
He moved his mouth down the front of my dress, pushing the cape aside in a frenzy. He kissed the tops of my breasts, the sneaky exposed flesh that rarely sees the light of day, and I nearly lost myself completely.
Suddenly, it feels like a threat. My body begins to tense as I resist letting myself go into the river of his lovemaking. My growing affection toward Varzig, along with my attraction, make me an easy target for a charmer such as him. Who will he be to me once the orcs are fought off?
I cannot conceive the idea of coping with another broken heart.
