Chapter 5
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We extinguished the fire and returned to the house. I seated myself on the edge of our bed as Xander undressed himself. My mind was too preoccupied by Dreail’s stories to admire the view.
“So that really happened to him? His father dying and everything?” I spoke up.
Xander didn’t pause in his undressing as he nodded his head. “Yes. He inherited his father’s ship and left the bay for many years. I met him on some of his travels. By that time he was well-versed in the geography of much of the world’s oceans and assisted me in defeating Magnus’s fleet.”
“How’d that happen” I asked him.
“We positioned ourselves with the tide so our rowers could be used to man the guns.”
I scooted back and curled my lips against my chest so I could rest my chin on my knees. “So how old do you think the banshee is?”
Xander finished his dressing and seated himself beside me. “The story is very ancient, perhaps as old as the wars between humans and dragons some seven thousand years ago.”
I winced. “That’s a long time to be haunting a cliff and ruining other peoples’ lives.”
His bright green eyes studied me. “She is a woman to be pitied, but do not fret over what cannot be changed. Fate is often cruel, and one false step may be all that is needed for an eternity of regret.
“But that? To be stuck up there on the cliff going through that again and again?” I persisted.
He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I cannot say that the punishment fit her final madness in taking her life, but perhaps some day she will find her peace with her lover.” He leaned down and smiled at me. “I am fortunate not to have such an insurmountable obstacle to overcome to be with mine.”
I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. “Hold off on that for a bit, Romeo. I want an explanation about dragons and aging, like how come Dreail is only a hundred years older than you but he looks like he could be your grandfather.”
Xander sat up straight. “Dragons enjoy the prime of their life for several centuries, aging only a year when decades have passed. The aging process often reverts back to that of a human at around five-hundred years, though perhaps later.”
My shoulders slumped. “So I’ve missed a lot of your best years?”
He wrapped his arms around me and smiled down at me. “These are my best years. Never doubt that.”
I leaned my cheek against his chest and closed my eyes. His sweet warmth soaked into me, eliciting a pleasant reaction from my body. “I guess I can believe that.”
Xander’s hands wandered down to my waist where his fingers teased the band of my jeans. “Seeing is believing, my love.”
I looked up at him and smiled. “Then make me a believer.”
“With pleasure.”
He leaned down and captured my lips in a heated kiss. His hands deftly unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them over my hips. The pert peaks of my breasts pressed against his hard chest as I moaned into our kiss. He broke us apart and blazed a hot, wet trail of sensual love down my neck.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes as I reveled in the feel of his hard body against my soft, pliable one. “How can you be this good?”
He lifted his head and slyly smiled at me. “I can be better with more practice.”
I opened my eyes and grinned at him. “Then practice away.”
“Gladly.”
He pressed our lips together in a hot, passionate kiss as he lay me across the bed with him over me. His hands massaged my smooth hips before one of them slipped up and pressed against my wet underwear. I broke us apart and gasped as he stroked me with his fingers. My hips rocked in time with his sensual motion. I clutched his shoulders and groaned.
His other hand slid my underwear over my hips and he slipped a finger between my warm, wet walls. I leaned my head back and moaned as he teased my sensitive flesh. Every motion was sweet, delicious torture. I wanted the pleasure to last forever, but the tension was unbearable. I needed release. I needed him.
“Please,” I moaned.
He leaned forward and brushed his lips against my ear. “Please what?”
His finger stroked me nice and hard. I shuddered. “Please take me.”
His wicked chuckle vibrated through me. “Not yet, my Maiden. Just a little more.”
He pulled my shirt and bra over my head and revealed my pert, swollen breasts. They glistened with sweat and heaved up and down in time with my quick, shallow breaths.
I was now completely naked beneath his prying, lust-filled eyes. I arched my back and reveled in the feel of my naked flesh atop the smooth covers. The bulge in his pants revealed his strong need for me. He leaned down and nipped at my small, tight buds. His finger never stopped pleasuring me. He stroked harder and longer. My hips moved faster and faster. The tension inside of me built higher and deeper, but I was still not satisfied. I was empty. I needed him to fill me.
I groaned and squirmed. My voice was deep and hoarse. “Oh god, Xander. Please take me.”
He grunted and drew away long enough to tear his clothes off himself. He draped his body over mine and pressed his thick, stiff manhood deep into my wet core. I wrapped my arms around his neck and sighed in relief.
His thrusts started as long and gentle. I could feel the tension in his tight muscles. His teeth were clenched. I brushed away some of his hair from his face and smiled up at him. “Don’t hold back.”
My gentle command was gladly received. He wrapped his arms around me and thrust harder. His penetrations were now fast and deep. Every stroke pressed against my bundle of nerves and sent shots of tingling pleasure through me. I closed my eyes and sank into the depths of frenzied lust as he took me with each hard, deep thrust.
My groans slipped into quick gasps, and those changed into loud, clear calls of encouragement. “Yes! Yes! Oh god, yes!”
He grunted and pushed faster. I couldn’t keep up. My body tightened. I felt the sweeping waves of orgasm lap at my muscles.
My blissful end came in a brilliant flash of light. I arched my back and cried out my glee for all the world to know. He continued to push into me, stretching my pleasure nearly beyond my limits.
Xander tensed above me. His teeth were clenched. The green of his brilliant eyes glowed in the darkness of the night.
Then it was finished. He fell beside me. My body slumped down atop the sheets. I wiggled and groaned. “That’s gonna hurt tomorrow.” Xander chuckled. I looked to my right and saw one of his green eyes laughing at me. I frowned. “What?”
He raised himself onto his arms and smiled down at me. “I would not have performed well if you did not feel some discomfort the day after.”
I snorted. “No matter what world all the guys are the same.”
Xander lay on his side and wrapped his arms around me to pull me against his warm body. “I hope I am not the same as others you have met.”
I snuggled against his chest and closed my eyes as I smiled. “Only if the guys in my world hid their wings really well.” A thought hit me. I glanced up at my lover. “So when did dragons disappear from my world, anyway?”
He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I cannot tell. All my ancestors know is the last communication was many thousands of years ago.”
I leaned my head against him and furrowed my brow. “It’s weird that they died out. I mean, you guys are a lot more powerful than humans.”
“Fate is an unpredictable arbiter of life,” he mused.
I closed my eyes and sighed. “You’re telling me.”
Sleep slipped over me, and I dreamed of flying men among skyscrapers.
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