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  I found myself holding back from him a little bit, not divulging the whole truth of my story, even as he revealed next to everything about himself. It still felt so personal to me, like a wound I wasn't yet ready to have torn open. I found myself lapsing into silences whenever he drew too close to a sore spot. Always, though, he would back away from the subject in question. Recognizing my discomfort, and not pushing any further until I was ready to talk more about it.

  I was grateful for that. And for everything he did for me.

  Maybe I shouldn't have enjoyed being a patient, but I really couldn't help myself. I enjoyed being taken care of by this man. A lot, actually.

  The days hours went by in his presence. They turned to days. Weeks must have passed, sooner or later, with time seeming to flow gently into itself. It got to a point where I lost any real conception of when one day ended and the next began, or how long I'd been there. How long I'd been away from Evan, from Starlite, from all the overwhelming things about my old life that I'd wanted free of for so long, which seemed to have dissolved away from me with a sudden ease. Making me feel like I could have walked away at any time, if I'd only had the nerve.

  But that was all in the past.

  In the time we'd been together, Nol had become like the whole of my existence. My entire presence, regardless of whatever future the two of us may or may not be able to have together.

  I was grateful not to have to think that far ahead.

  One look. One touch. One word from my dragon prince were enough to sustain me. To keep me in the moment. To make anything and everything else in the world secondary to his incomparable sweetness.

  I adored this place we were in, this state of being, and I never wanted to leave.

  The only question that really remained was just how long we could sustain it? How long could the illusion go on before reality caught up to us, and the outside world began to encroach once more upon our happiness?

  I knew that it must surely happen sooner or later. But today, thank God, still clearly wasn't that day...

  Nol was up in my room with me, as he so often was these days. He had the upper half of my body out from beneath the covers, gently massaging my arms, inspecting the effects of the medicine he'd used to try and heal me.

  “You look like you're doing much better,” he said. “I've noticed you've been moving around a lot more. I bet you might even be able to walk if you tried. You haven't been having any pain, have you?”

  I stared at him deeply. I desperately wanted him to look back at me, and he did finally. I shook my head lightly, and felt my lips tingle. My heart fluttered. I almost leaned into him.

  His eyes went down.

  My chest was bare and exposed beneath the blankets, which wasn't anything unusual between the two of us, given his role as my caretaker. He fixated on a cut that still lingered beneath my breasts, toward the upper side of my abdomen.

  I held my breath, the tension becoming unbearable for me. He reached over to the bedside sand, and grabbed a tube of salve he'd been using to treat my various injuries. He squeezed out a line of the medicine, and gently began to rub it on my wound. It was so cold at first that it made me straighten in bed, goosebumps erupting along the course of my spine. Gradually, though, a gentle, relaxing warmth spread along my entire body. My nostrils flared at the minty smell drifting up from my flesh, and I fixed my eyes on him, certain that I'd never wanted him more than I did at that very moment.

  I watched him, very carefully. Lusting after him. Burning for him. Feeling like I needed to control myself, but my impulses overpowering me as he kneaded my flesh in his grip, spreading the warming, cooling medicine across my delicate, broken flesh.

  Before I knew what I was doing, I reached for him.

  I took him by the hand. He froze, staring at the spot where my hand lay pressed against his wrist. I pulled, ever so gently, and his muscles gave with ease. I drew his open palm up to my breast. I pressed down. His fingers tightened around me, his embrace full, warm, and intense.

  I cried out. My body arched up from the bed, my shoulders pressing together. His breathing grew heavy, and he gripped me tighter, pressing upward. I breathed up at him, pushing my warm breath in his direction, and it seemed to have the effect I was intending. He leaned into me, like a fish reeled in on a line. He pushed his fingers together around my nipple, and held my breast firmly, as with the greatest gentility his lips met mine, and he breathed me softly in.

  His mouth was delectable. His bristling stubble prickled against my face, and I loved the sensation as his lips melted over me. Washing out around my mouth, tightening together against me, pulling back.

  He whimpered from the pressure on my breast, and drew my legs together around him beneath the covers, holding him in place on top of me.

  At last we separated. Both of us panting. Both of us a little bit alarmed that things had progressed as they had. Both of us certain, as we peered into one another's eyes, that we wanted more. So much more.

  I reached for him this time. I pulled his face into mine, and I locked his mouth against my own. He pushed his tongue inside me, and it was exactly what I wanted. He rolled around my cheeks. I pushed my own tongue back against his, and shook as I reached for the buttons of his shirt. Tearing it open, pushing it back down along his muscles, wanting so badly to feel that hulking, incredible body pressed up against me.

  He pushed his arms through the sleeves, then threw his shirt to the floor. He jerked the covers back, the cold air of the room sweeping along my naked body. Then immediately I was inundated with the heat of him pressing down onto me, enveloping me in himself, his cock hard and scalding against me through the denim of his jeans.

  He drew the covers back up over our heads, and I greedily sucked on his hot breath, loving the ebb and flow of his palms across my naked body. Shimmering along my chest, fingers squeezing my nipples, then reaching down and cupping the cheeks of my ass, seizing me, claiming me as his own.

  I kept crying out, unable to form words, but needing desperately to let him know just how much I needed him. I opened my legs and wrapped them around him, longing for the hardness of his body, wanting so desperately to feel him in me.

  His kisses rained down upon me. Sliding onto whatever surface of my flesh he could get his lips on. Pushing his tongue into my mouth, kissing the side of my neck. Sucking on my tits, taking one nipple into his mouth at a time. Rolling his tongue slowly around and around each one. Pulling back with his lips. Pressing his teeth down into me.

  I ran my hands over his chest in return, letting them wash over his body, loving the way his sweat soaked flesh glided over me.

  “Yes... Yes... Yes,” I begged him, enchanted by his touch, and never wanting it to end. I let my hand sweep down along his solid torso, savoring the planes of his six pack, and the beautiful trench of his Adonis muscles. I cupped the bulge in his jeans and loved the feeling as it throbbed up against my hand, straining to tear through the fabric.

  I pressed him around, loving his grunts of pleasure every time I pushed his shaft upward, and certain by the look in his eyes that I was giving him exactly what he wanted.

  He drew his mouth back up to mine. “I need you,” he whispered into me between long, slow, deep kisses. He pulled on my lips, and slid his tongue around my cheeks. I whimpered, and shook, and gradually began to feel his hand migrating south along the course of my undulating stomach. He pressed open my thighs, and suddenly my eyes widened, my breath became trapped inside my lungs.

  Very slowly, he pushed his fingers up inside me. Sliding them gently, easily through the dripping wet opening of my vagina, burying them in me all the way up to his knuckles. I moaned, and shivered against him, my arms wrapped around his head, needing him horribly in that moment.

  He pushed, and he stroked, and he caressed me. Sweeping his thumb along my labia as he worked his fingers in. Rubbing against my clitoris. Savoring the intense, wet heat of my pussy as I savored the fullness of him inside me, holding my breath, ea
ch movement he made through the chasm of my body causing me to convulse with desire.

  “Oh yes... Oh yes, yes, yes!” I cried to him, as his wrist began to move steadily, then to pump rhythmically. I craved the sound of him moving through my body, the sensation of him pushing through. The intimacy of such a simple action, which was nothing new to me, but that felt like nothing I had ever experienced before in my life.

  I swept my fingers through his hair, wanting him desperately. I ran kisses along his sweat-soaked scalp. Sometimes pulling his head deep into my chest. Sometimes wrapping my arms viciously around his neck. Never wanting to let him go.

  And gradually, his kisses drew lower and lower along my body. Migrating from my lips, to the side of my neck. Then further south, once more suckling back on my nipples. Then down along my swaying stomach.

  He pulled his fingers back out of me, and eased them gently to the sides, pressing me wide open for him. He lowered his head between my open thighs, and gazed for a moment into my body's opening, as though transfixed– and never in my life had I seen a hungrier look on a man's face.

  He leaned into me, and I felt the heat of his breath against my vulva. He kissed me softly, and pushed his tongue inside me. Instantly I was filled by him, his heat seeping through my most intimate places, dissolving against my flesh, causing my heart to thunder in my chest at a pace that was alarming.

  I cried out, and again drew my fingers through his hair. This time, pulling that talented head of his up into me, driving his tongue to even greater depths. My wrist shaking as I eased him right to the spot where I wanted to be.

  And then, a swelling crescendo of pleasure rolled through my entire body as the sensations burned through me. Slowly he began to explore, to eat me, to relish each fold, every inch of my flesh he gained access to, simply unable to get enough of me as his head began to sway between my open legs.

  Lord God Almighty, this was the perfect medicine, I thought to myself. Crying out. Shivering from head to toe. Lying back on the bed, and letting the sensations overtake me, as he went about the business of eating me out, ensuring that no inch of me was spared the touch of that nimble, dexterous tongue of his.

  He ate me ravenously, his appetite seeming to grow more and more insatiable the longer he was down, his tongue pressing further and further in, somehow always managing to find new places to explore. I kept trying to grab his bobbing head, to pull him greedily into me, for him to remain an absolute captive to my every whim for as long as my heart desired. Eventually, though, not even this proved enough for me to contain the pleasure. And finally in desperation, I threw my arms up over my head, grabbing onto the bed posts, and holding onto them both so tightly that the muscles in my arms began to cramp.

  And just in time, too...

  I don't know what if I would have done without something solid to hold onto in that moment.

  All of the sudden, a vicious bolt of pleasure raced between my legs– one that I'd felt culminating for some time now, but which suddenly exploded into clarity with an unexpected fury, and left me shaking from my head down to my toes.

  I screamed, and shook, and threw my knees together around Nol's captive skull, trapping him there, exactly where I needed him to be. A rich, unfathomable orgasm coursed through my entire body, rising in my belly and simmering along my arms and legs. I threw my pelvis up into Nol's beautiful lips, and felt an unexpected surge of liquid– I was squirting; something that had never happened when I was with Evan, or with any other man for that matter. Nol certainly didn't seem offended by that fact, and only sucked down harder on me as the pleasure erupted from my body, my entire being feeling lighter than air, as though my soul might become disconnected from my physical form at any moment, and go drifting into the sky.

  On and on it went– sweet, sweeping sensations, rolling over every inch of me, leaving me shaking and vulnerable, my entire body aglow, and the pleasure unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

  Finally I felt it leveling off. Felt myself settling back down, though still trembling. Almost weaker than I had been the night Nol brought me in.

  Very gently, he peeled his lips back from the mouth of my pussy. I felt a sudden, severe absence between my legs, craving the heat of him there, and still so wet for him that I almost couldn't stand it. He drew his body back up over me, his perfect lips shining, and his stubble dripping in a way that somehow made me want him even more badly still.

  I grabbed him by the neck, and pulled him into me. His lips dissolved once more onto mine, and the taste of myself on his tongue was almost more than I could stand. Once more his hands slid over me, feeling every inch of me, proving to me beyond a possibility of doubt just how badly he needed me in that moment. I could feel that he'd gotten harder for me during his time between my legs, and as I tasted my pussy on his lips and shivered from the pleasure of his heat, I at last got to the point that I could no longer stand it anymore.

  I reached down greedily, and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. I shoved my hand into his pants and was instantly rewarded with the scalding heat of his cock on my palm, his cool clear jizz spilling out over my fingers, his want for me unmistakable as I slowly began to pump my wrist.

  Nol sighed. He tilted his head back. His eyes closed. His mouth fell open.

  I stroked him slowly, and reached around with my other hand. Sliding it along his ass, and pulling the back of his pants down just enough to give me access to everything I needed from him. I squeezed his left buttock, and drew my hand up under his testicles, loving the way they tightened up against his shivering body in response to so much pleasure.

  “Alicia,” he whispered suddenly to me, catching me off guard, and interrupting the flow of so much sweet and perfect emotion.

  “Yes?” I whispered back, staring into his eyes, my nostrils still flaring at him with a longing I had no interest in disguising.

  “I have to confess. I have never been with a woman before. The Dark Ones, they denied my brothers and I the right to mate with females of our kind. And we've never been allowed to mingle with humans, either...”

  “Oh,” I said, very gently easing my grip on his shaft, not sure how I should respond to this. “Is this too fast? Should we slow down?” I asked, hoping for a particular answer, but willing to accept whatever response he happened to give.

  He seemed to think about this for a moment. At last, though, he shook his head. “No,” he said. “No, I... I just wanted to you know.”

  I smiled softly at him, the animal lust that had overtaken me until now garnished by a deep, intimate affection.

  “I appreciate that,” I whispered to him. “And I'm glad. I can't wait to be the one to show you just what you've been missing...”

  He smiled at this, and I gave his shaft a few more long, deep pumps. Then I pulled softly forward on him. His body drew obediently toward me, and I held one hand on the cheek of his ass, helping to guide him exactly where I needed him to be.

  I drew him up between my open legs. I felt the heat of his shaft along my open thighs. His hot tip dripped its fluid against me, his clear essence spilling along the lips of my labia. I held my breath, so ready for this, yet so apprehensive, and waiting, as though for some precise, perfect moment, which I knew would never come.

  And then, at last, I gave a final, desperate pull on his ass. I felt his muscles giving way at the exact same moment, as though we'd read each other's mind.

  I gasped.

  I felt the pressure of his manhood as it slid up inside me. His cock filled me, driving in deep, stretching me tighter than I thought was possible. I cried out, and then screamed as he landed far up inside me, his swollen tip pounding my g-spot, a spring of intense sensations rippling through my entire body, from the very core of my being.

  Nol lay panting on top of me, his head craned to the ceiling, and I lay there shaking, whimpering underneath him, certain I had never experienced such thorough fullness as he held himself deep inside me.

  I had no idea whether I was r
eady for whatever brilliant torment was about to be unleashed upon me. All I knew was that I wanted him, badly, and that the feeling of having him inside me at last was almost more than I could stand...

  5

  Nol

  She eased me into her.

  Despite being the one on top, I felt as though she'd claimed total control over me. Total dominance. I had no choice but to give her exactly what she wanted, which worked out perfectly– as it just so happened to be exactly what I wanted as well...

  I'd loved the feeling of her pumping me in her hand. Pushing the fluid from my cock, letting it drip down along my shaft. Even greater had been the pressure as she pulled my body forward. The heat as she welcomed me in. Her wetness as I entered her, the tightness as I pressed myself in through the walls of her vagina.

  I loved the look of shock, her moan of pleasure as I touched down inside her. I felt her muscles tightening all around me, drawing me into her, holding me as deep inside as she could get me, my balls stuffed against the opening of her body.

  I held her tight, feeling more man than animal as I buried my cock in her, savoring the heat, the intimacy of it all, certain that I was the luckiest man on earth as I held myself there within her.

  Then, slowly, I began to draw myself back. The pressure was intense, her body trying to keep me in her at all cost, yet the desire to move through her, to know the feel of entering her again, became too much for me to resist. I pulled back out, all the way up to my tip, and I loved the way she shivered beneath me, her nostrils flaring, her back arched up from the bed.

  I threw myself forward again, striking her g-spot twice as hard as I'd done before.

  She screamed.

  I savored the heat of her, loving the look of pure transcendence in those wide blue eyes of hers.

  I began to move. Working my pelvis through the air. My ass opening, then closing as I through the heft of my weight up into her. Her tight, beautiful, delicate body swallowing me whole, again and again. Giving her all of myself. Each reunion sweeter than the last.