Chapter 12 - Olivia

Abruptly pulling away from the kiss, I stare at Stryder, terrified of him, while at the same time, my body protests the loss of his lips.

He stares at me, equally as perplexed by the way his brows furrow. He takes a cautious step back, hand whispering away from where he’d been holding my arm. “Forgive me…” he breathes apologetically.

I shake my head slowly, still reeling from the way his lips had been desperate on mine. I don’t know why he’s apologizing when I’m the one who should be. After all, I’d almost fallen to my demise.

If it wasn’t for him…

I’m too terrified to even think about that right now. All I can think of is his lips on mine, the way he valiantly saved me from the fall, and the way he reacted to my near-death experience.

It’s more than “nice” to feel someone else’s concern for me. I can drop my guard all the way down, leaping over faithfully into the throes of whatever is meant to happen after that kiss.

I am moved by how much he cares about me. His anger isn’t unwarranted – it’s everything I could have ever asked for, hauling me into my leap of faith.

“No,” I shake my head firmly. Determined not to lose the heat of the moment, I reach out and cup his cheek. The fine hairs of stubble beneath my palm only heighten the tingly sensation in my fingertips.

His skin is as smooth as I imagined it would be, like warm porcelain, sculpted to perfection with life breathed into it.

Stryder stares at me warily, his eyes flitting disbelievingly to my swollen lips he’d just conquered. A breath hitches in my throat, the painstaking anticipation seizing my tongue. I gulp in an attempt to find my voice, the words escaping my lips so faintly, I wonder if he’s even heard them.

“Don’t apologize.”

He lifts his eyes back to mine, his brows almost meeting in deep contemplation. He fills his chest with a deep breath, lifting a hand to my cheek as he stares determinedly into my eyes.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

I nod slowly, my lips parting of their own accord as my eyelids flutter closed in anticipation of the kiss. When he gently presses his lips to mine, his hesitation enraptures my soul, sparking me into action as I tilt my face and deepen the kiss. My hand slides to the back of his head, willing him to be as desperate as he was the first time.

The sigh that escapes my lips when his tongue dives into a heated exploration of my mouth seems to reignite the fire I felt the first time. His hands are all over me then, squeezing the flesh on my hips, then sliding down to grab my thighs and wrap them around his waist.

I feel us moving, but I’m too focused on the kiss to care about where we’re going. It isn’t long until my rear connects with a hard frame, a whimper escaping me when he breaks the kiss and steps back.

Seeing the way my saliva glistens, his swollen lips drops a puddle of awareness into the crotch of my panties. He watches me through hooded eyes, turned dark with lust as if he’s deliberating his next move. The few seconds away from him, perched on the dresser, is my undoing.

I’m desperate to feel him again, the intense desire propelling me to my feet to practically fling myself into his arms. He holds me steady with large hands settled on my waist, pulling from the kiss with a lewd pop.

“Stryder…” I whisper in desperation, confused when he steps back. Is he having second thoughts? I’ll probably die with shame if he is.

“Olivia…” he responds huskily, panting from our passionate kiss. His eyes bore into my soul for a hot moment before he spun me around to have me facing the mirror. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder before propping his chin there, keeping his eyes on mine in my reflection before he whispers, “You have no idea how badly I wanna fuck you right now.”

“Then do it,” I say breathlessly, boldly holding his gaze in our reflection. “Fuck me…”

Stryder growls at my ear, sending a shiver of awareness down my spine. The heat settles at my core, just as his fingers fold around my neck, and he pulls my face toward him.

The kiss is sloppy and heated, his firm body behind me, keeping me bound to where I’m standing. While he keeps me distracted with the expertise of his lips, he nimbly tugs at the strings of my summer dress, undoing the knot at my nape. Soft cotton whispers down my chest before he breaks the kiss.

Stryder's eyes meet mine in the mirror, willing me to watch his every move as his large hands slide under my arms to cup my full breasts. When he squeezes the mounds, my back arches in response, connecting me with every firm contour of his body.

What fuels the fire inside me is the prominent, rigid outline of his erection pressed against the small of my back. I can only gasp, my mind racing with the improbability of his immense size fitting inside me.

He chuckles at my ear, seemingly understanding where my mind is going and grinding his hips into me in response. All it does is send me over the rails of insanity as I grab his thighs and dig my nails into the firm flesh that covers his muscles.

“Not just yet, baby doll…” he drawls bemusedly at my ear, nipping me with his teeth. “There's something I need to see first.”

My breathing shudders, my body on the verge of combustion when Stryder slides the dress over my hips. It pools around my ankles, leaving me in nothing but lace panties while he ogles my body through the mirror.

He sucks in a breath as he watches his own hand traveling from the valley of my breasts down to my belly button. Meeting my eyes once again, he holds my gaze steadily, breathing out a husky breath just as he slips his fingers into the waistband of my panties. My body quakes when he finds my slick dripping around my folds and grunts.

“Fuck… you're so wet, baby doll…” he groans before pressing an open-mouthed kiss on my neck while his fingers explore my moist folds.

He gathers my slick with his middle finger, then circles my bundle of nerves. The sensation is extraordinary, pleasure washing over me in waves as I throw my head back, biting my bottom lip as I focus on the feeling. His skilled ministrations on my core coils pleasure in the pit of my belly and has me moaning and crying out his name.

My knees threaten to buckle under the weight of my quaking frame, but Stryder holds me firmly to his body with one hand on my midriff. All while he guides me toward my peak with every circle he rubs on my clit.

“I–I–hng!” I exclaim in pleasured ecstasy, unable to form coherent words.

“I know…” he drawls close to my ear, his finger slipping further down and entering me. “I wanna feel it.” His hand leaves my midriff and settles on my neck, coercing me to lift my head and meet his heady gaze. “I wanna see it…”

What he meant was watching my reaction, the way my face contorted as he pumped his finger into me and drew me to my climax. He licks his lips as he watches me unravel before him, holding me firmly to him as I cry out his name.

“Stryder… Stryder…” I pant, knees trembling as he slips his fingers out from my panties and holds them in front of my face.

“Would you look at that?” he teases, inspecting his fingers drenched with my slick before lifting them to his lips. I think I'm going to pass out when I watch him lick his fingers, humming as he tastes my essence.

“Hmmm,” he hums, savoring the taste on his tongue. “So sweet…” He holds his fingers in front of my face, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he sweeps a moist fingertip across mine. My bottom lip naturally falls open, staring into his darkened eyes as he pushes his finger onto my waiting tongue.

I've never tasted myself before, and it's something I would have considered too disgraceful to try. But the man's primal aura, coupled with the smirk on his face, only adds to the wicked sensuality I feel when I taste my sweetness on his fingers.

He watches intently, groaning delightedly as if praising me for doing well. Noticing the flash of gold thunderbolts in his eyes, I can't help but smile sheepishly, fully surrendering to him.

“Fuck! You're too sexy!” he growls, pulling me to face him and seizing my lips with a hungry, devouring kiss. He's hardly in control of himself, his lips brutally feral as if he can't get enough of me.

God! I'm willing to lay my life at this dragon shifter's feet, his inability to control himself screaming that he's never been this wild for someone.

Just like I've never been able to give myself to someone the way I want to give myself to him. But I don't have to lift a finger when Stryder takes the reins again and sits me on the dresser.

Between passionate kisses, he removes his clothing until he only has his briefs on his hips. He steps back then, deliberately peeling his underwear down until his stiff cock springs free, hanging heavy between his thighs. I take a few moments to appreciate his muscular form, tracing the tattoo of a serpent on his thigh as it slithers all the way up to his abs. On impulse, I reach out and touch the snake's dangling tongue when Stryder grips my wrist and lifts my hand to his lips.

The sweet kiss he presses on the inside of my wrist is only to distract me from him hooking a finger through the crotch of my panties. I'm about to shriek when he uses force to pull me to the edge of the counter, but he drinks my surprise with a deep kiss. The sound of fabric being torn away is lost to the sound of hungry, ravenous kisses. He only pulls away to stare at me, hungrily, his eyes glossed over lustfully.

“A marvelous creature…” he whispers with praise, stroking my thighs with his fingertips and watching the way his touch draws blood to the surface of my flesh. He looks up and meets my eyes as he squeezes a handful of flesh. “My own personal canvas…”

When he winds a hand around my neck and draws me in for a kiss, I'm on the verge of melting. My body is just a canvas on which he paints the perfect picture of completion when he enters my folds and fills me with his length. The stretch borders on pleasure and pain, but as he begins to thrust back and forth, it's only pleasurable.

Stryder suddenly tenses, staring at me in disbelief. “It’s not possible…” he breathes.

Not caring about what he means, I grab his shoulders and rock my hips, coercing him to carry on thrusting. I’m close to tears, needing him to give me what my body craves the most.

He chuckles then, pressing his lips to mine as he steadily begins to rock into me. Hanging onto his shoulders, Stryder rolls his hips into me, again bringing me closer and closer to my peak. He grabs the back of my neck, connecting our foreheads, and stares deeply into my eyes while he grunts.

“I'm gonna come,” he warns through chesty moans.

All I can do is nod, feeling my own tight knot of pleasure about to explode. As he groans and moans, body stiffening when his climax hits him, mine hits me too. We ride the waves of pleasure in unison, pressing our bodies together as we climb down from the high and catch our breaths.

Stryder is the first to catch his, staring back at me as he tucks my hair behind my ears.

“You should have told me…”

I frown up at him. “Told you what?”

His eyes are fierce and almost remorseful as he stares into my soul again. “That this was your first time.”

I gasp when I realize he knows, even if I didn't make him aware of it. Feeling slightly bashful, heat rises on my cheeks. “I-I–”

Stryder presses a finger to my lips, shaking his head gently. “I am honored to be the first man. But now, I have to make up for it.”

“Make up for it?” I ask as he picks me up off the dresser.

“Yes,” he concedes, nodding as he carries me to the bed. “I just fucked you. Now…” he gently lays me on the bed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “... I’m gonna make love to you.”

My heart skips a thunderous beat as Stryder begins peppering my neck with sweet kisses. Every caress and kiss only serves to attest that I’d made the right decision by giving in to him.

No one else was ever deserving of my body. Only the dragon man who solemnly swears to protect my life.