CONTENT ADVISORY / TRIGGER WARNING
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DEPICTIONS/STRONG IMPLICATIONS OF THE FOLLOWING THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND OFFENSIVE OR DISTURBING:
~ SEX AND INTIMACY
~ EXPLICIT SEX SCENES
Eskil stopped everything he was doing, and Libelle cried out again, this time a protest to his actions. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, just below her trembling cheeks. He lifted her and slid across the ground on his knees, carrying her to the grassy patch where they had originally been sitting. He moved through the crumpled strands and further into the taller blades until they were concealed behind a thick wall of waving green grass. The moon was high above them, full and bright as it filled up the night sky with glorious light. Stars were beaming gloriously, and the lunar lights looked magnificent at this time of year as the colors danced through the night sky.
Eskil paused and took a deep breath before setting Libelle down, bending her weak knees and slowly lowering her onto her back on the cool soil. Her entire body was trembling, but not from the cold; she was truly scared. Her pale skin shined like stardust in the moonlight, and he gently brushed his fingers across her cheek before cupping the side of her face. He leaned over her and kissed her forehead before smiling at her, a glimmer in his eyes and light reflecting off his pearly canines.
"Do you believe me?" he asked.
Libelle didn't know how to respond. She wasn't sure if she really believed him, and she wasn't sure if she could trust him. Eskil was trying to take her life only five days ago, there was no way anyone, man or dragon, could change so drastically in such a short period of time. Either he was acting...or he was being genuine. Right now, he wasn't trying to hurt her, nor was he trying to force her; he was only trying to convince her. He was being gentle with her and giving her a kind of pleasure she had never received before, even now he was staring at her with his blood-red eyes that somehow appeared to care.
Eskil desperately wanted her to believe him, and it didn't make sense to her. Not if he wasn't being genuine. She timidly raised her hand up, her palm brushing against his cheek. The warmth emitting from him felt comforting, and she watched as he turned his head into her hand and kissed her palm. He smiled again at her, this time not exposing his teeth. She had to admit that she was enjoying his advances, and she never liked anyone advancing on her. She was enjoying herself, despite the twinge of fear.
He said her name, his deep voice gentle and calling out to her soul. She felt her heart flutter in her chest as she pulled her hand back from his face. She covered her eyes with her palms and chewed on her lower lip again, a horrible habit. She didn't know what to do anymore, especially right now. She felt his hot breath against the nape of her neck as he gently pinched her skin between his teeth, followed by a series of soft kisses.
His kisses traveled back down to her breasts where he sucked her perked nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the bud before releasing the suction his mouth had formed with a subtle pop. She whimpered when he moved to her other breast to repeat the same teasing motion. Her shirt was in tatters, the material torn completely down the front; there would be no saving it now while it was only attached by her arms. Her pants were still around her calves, bunched up and making it difficult to move her legs while Eskil trailed more kisses down her abdomen. Her heels dug into the soil, trying to free her feet from her leather boots. She felt trapped beneath Eskil's large body, his muscular and damned sexy body. She felt hot, excited, wanted and needed, but the twinge of fear still lingered in her heart and mind.
Eskil responded with a soft chuckle when he heard her airy gasp as his tongue grazed her sensitive clit, he paused for a moment to tease that sweet spot before he marked kiss after kiss down her inner thigh. He lifted her legs and planted his lips to her shaking knees, pulling her boots from her feet and sliding the leather material of her pants from her legs. He kissed her calves, her ankles and the tops of her feet. Every inch of her was beautiful; he was mesmerized by his lifemate. She lay on the ground before him, and for the first time ever, she was completely vulnerable and exposed to him. If he had wanted to take her life, this would be the perfect time to do so. But he didn't want to take her life, he wanted to cherish it. He wanted to treasure her, to admire her beauty until the end of his days, and he wanted to devote himself completely to her.
Eskil's kisses traveled back up her legs to her clenching belly, teasing her navel and rubbing his rough hands against her sides. His fingers dug into her ribs before he ran his hands up her sides and under her arms that were raised to cover her face. He kissed the underside of her forearm, nudging it with his nose to try to get her to reveal her expression. She didn't move, so he took the time to savor the taste of her breast again. She was scared, and he was struggling to understand why.
Yes, they were born in an era where they should have been enemies, but they were not enemies. By all the gods, they were not meant to be enemies in this lifetime. Their sick sense of humor was torture. They strangely found pleasure at the mercy of others, and only a few of the Divines cared for his reckless behavior. But the reward they now bestowed to him, after thousands of years of pain, agony, and anger, was a far greater gift than he could have ever dreamed of receiving.
His lifemate, his little elf, his Libelle. Everything she was belonged to him, and everything he was, everything he would ever be belonged to her. Lifemates were equivalent to the mortal's so-called soulmate, but dragons bonded to their lifemate on a much deeper level than a mere verbal contract of marriage. Their souls would bind, and they would not be able to live without each other. They were bound together for life, for eternity, his immortality would be bestowed onto her mortal life. She would be with him forever.
It enraged him deep down to his core that he had not realized this about her long ago. How could he have ignored the yearning he felt for her, or the feeling of need the welled up within him every time he thought of her? They had fought countless times, and countless times he had aimed to take the life of the one thing that now made him whole. The one thing that would give his life meaning again.
His thoughts ran wild as he continued his teasing across her body, grasping her breasts with his hands and mouth. Feeling the soft skin of her waist to her quivering thighs, his groin was nestled between them against her pelvis. The material of his pants was the only thing that separated them, and he wanted that boundary gone.
She squirmed beneath him, and he watched her lips part with a lust-filled sigh when he rubbed his hips against hers. Her arms were still crossed above her head, covering most of her face from his view. He sat up, pulled his cotton shirt above his head and tossed it to the ground beside them. He opened the trio of buttons on his pants and pulled the material apart, exposing his large member to the cool air. The long shaft was pulsating, thick veins visible beneath the silky tissue; he was hard, so incredibly and painfully hard. His pants slid down from his waist, stopping mid-thigh as he leaned forward to kiss her chin. He twitched when he felt his cock rubbing against her belly, a bead of milky white cum forming on the tip as he pushed his hips against hers and lightly massaged his sensitive skin against hers.
Libelle stifled another gasp when she felt him thrust against her, the head of his cock teasing her clit, slowly sliding across her pelvis and stopping at her navel. She resisted the urge to look up at him, afraid that he may see her face, see her tears. Eskil rubbed himself up against her sensitive body again, this time a quiet moan escaped his lips. He paused, his sack resting against her entrance as his shaft reached from her pubic bone to her belly button. He was big; his cock was large in both length and girth, and he would undoubtedly fill every inch of her. Eskil reached up and tried to move her arms, trying to expose her face so he could see what she was feeling. She stiffened beneath him, and Eskil tried not to frown.
"Libelle," he whispered. "Show me your face."