Rocking her hips, she pushed against him, his dick just out of reach.
Kal’s hand reached down and held down her hips as he slowly pushed in.
The burning of muscles being stretched, a mix of sated need and new discomfort of unused muscles, she took him inch by inch. The pleasure of finally having him in her the only thing she cared about.
He pushed further in and Maddie tried meeting him, but he wouldn’t let her move. Not yet.
His breath hissed out as he pulled away from her mouth.
The restraint evident in the lines of his face. “Yes, we are very compatable.”
Her breath hitched the moment he pulled out and then thrust back in, quicker this time.
His pace still slow, methodical as he braced his body over her.
The desire within her coiled tighter and tighter.
Soon there was nothing but feeling, pleasure, need, desperation with each stroke.
“Maddie, you are mine,” he whispered into her ear.
She closed her eyes, placing her hands around him, kneading his back.
“Yours.”
In a fevered motion Kal took her faster and harder. Maddie moaned and cried out as he took her again and again. When she felt like she couldn’t possibly take anymore, when her body began to pull from him, take from him, come for him, and yet he still needed more, she gave and gave until he began to quiver against her.
The word mine chanted on his breath and he lowered his head to her shoulder.
“You are mine.” As he thrust in one last time, burning her to the very edge of all feeling, he spilled into her, as a sharp pain radiated from her shoulder.
In that moment, her energy, her magic mixed with his and a new magic she’d never felt before, took from her and took from him so much more than just a single moment of pleasure.
There was no catching her breath. She slowly dove into a state between sleep and lucidity as his warmth pulsed through her. This time the fire didn’t burn. Instead, she welcomed it as he collapsed on her, rolling with her in his arms. He pulled her close. Her mind teetering close to sleep and a flood of images from somewhere she’d never been.
Dreams of a dragon soaring through the skies, feasting on the heat of the sun. Dreams of a life she’d never known, a planet far from here.
A heart beat through her that was not her own, the pulse comforting, protecting. Finally, sleep took hold with the knowledge of her warrior’s love running through her veins. Her dragon, his soul, running through her veins.
* * *
Maddie’s eyes flew open.
What had just happened? Running her hands over her body, Maddie realized she felt, well, normal.
Normal was good.
This was normal.
She sat up. Fuck, no it wasn’t.
None of this was normal. She’d just met this guy like what, this morning?
Or wait, yesterday. It was dark, but somewhere in the early hours of morning. What time though? She shifted and blanched. Her muscles ached.
How many times had she and he made love? Three? Four? That last time she’d started it. Maddie couldn’t get enough of him, even if every time she came she was sure she would sleep for days, and yet every time she simply wanted him more. Sliding her hand down her stomach, she questioned how the hell she already ached for him.
Reaching her hand out, she was met with empty sheets. She’d have worried, except she knew he was near and knew he was safe. The beating of his heart always somewhere within her subconscious told her he was here, near, and content.
Blinking into the darkness, Maddie loathed the cold in his absence. She waited for the pain, the fire to come back and it didn’t. Relief.
“Kal?” she called into the dark. Nothing. Okay. He wasn’t in the bathroom then.
Maddie didn’t like the dark, never had. The dark of the desert even worse. She conjured up a small orb of light.
“Kal?”
Her skin lit up in the tattoos as she thought of him.
Well, that’s handy.
Maybe the orb wasn’t needed.
She swung her legs off the bed and stood up.
As she moved towards the door, his pulse grew stronger within her.
“Huh.”
It’s like sonar.
Glancing over her shoulder, she thought about turning back for clothing, and realized that Kal had seen her curves and loved them. This was a new confidence, and it was freeing.
Blowing out a breath, she stepped into the hall baring it all.
A smile crossed her lips as she remembered when they’d first met. Maddie thought he was being cocky. Maybe the chicken had been a little extreme, but he was indeed a god at something. The heat pooled between her legs again and she squeezed her thighs together. Maddie had to pause. Holy hell. She was going to come just from the memory.
Her hand darted out to the wall, holding herself up as she rode out the wave. How the hell was she supposed to function like this.
Breathing through it, she stood still for another moment.
Guess I’m not dead below the waist.
She giggled to herself. Rounding the corner into the kitchen, Maddie took in the house. She’d been notified that there was a house left to her when her mom had passed. Only, she hadn’t wanted it. Staying here hadn’t been any option. Not then.
Her mom had broken her heart. Why hadn’t Maddie been enough to try and change her fate? Maybe now though, she couldn’t understand it all, but she could understand that her mother had done what she thought was right. Like she always did. She always did what she thought was right. Just like calling Maddie back here, and for once it was exactly what Maddie hadn’t known she needed.
Stepping into the living room, the glow of her tattoos reflected off of something in the corner.
She could still feel the pulse of Kal; he was safe, so she explored.
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