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At least that’s what I thought. Right now, I’m not sure who the man is who stands in front of me. Is he driven by lust again?
Or does he actually care?
“It does matter, Yazmine,” he affirms as he holds my shoulders steady. “If this isn’t what you would have wanted, then what do you want?”
I shake my head tersely, refusing to reply. The truth is that I’m afraid of my real desires. Desires sparked since I’ve been here.
“Tell me, Yazmine,” he presses gently. “If you’re not trying to run away from this place, then what is it that you want?”
“R-run away?” I ask with a frown, which prompts him to sigh discontentedly as he releases my shoulders and spins around.
“The other day behind the arena…” he begins with his back turned to me. “I thought you were trying to run away.”
“Would you have cared if I did?”
At this, Aragon turns back around with a disbelieving scowl. “Of course I would care!” he defends. “Why would you th—” his voice breaks off as realization dawns on him.
“Yeah. You think it was easy for me to be dragged out of my environment and into a world I didn’t know existed before that?” I swallow down the lump forming in my throat.
“Yet…” his frown deepens. “... You’ve been studying dragons keenly. Studying me… Why?”
I avert my eyes sheepishly, dropping my gaze to the floor. “I’m trying to keep an open mind, okay?”
When his finger hitches under my chin and he gently coerces me to look up, I’m taken by surprise. I meet his eyes again, which have now become gentle, warm orbs of gold.
“Will you be open-minded enough to give it another try?” he asks, eyes flitting to my lips.
“Give what another try?” I whisper.
Aragon takes a purposeful step forward, closing the little distance between us and leaning in. His hot breath fans my face, sending tingles of awareness rushing through me.
“This…” he drawls, staring at my lips then lifting his eyes to meet mine. “If it’s okay.”
Too astounded by the tenderness in his voice, I nod slightly as my eyelids drift close and my lips part in response. I don’t really care why Aragon has suddenly changed his behavior. Truthfully, it doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is how much my body craves this. Him. And all the marvelous things he can do to my body.
It’s all I’ve been thinking of ever since his birthday. But when his lips meet mine, and he kisses me softly, my heart squeezes inside my chest.
He isn’t hungrily devouring my lips. Instead, the kiss is patient as his tongue savors the taste of my lips. Soft kisses as his firm hands settle on my waist and guide me toward the bed. Once the backs of my knees touch the bed, I wrap my arms around his neck. Every movement is fluid, natural, moving us in unison until we’re lying on the bed. One hand splayed under my cheek while the other gently caresses my thigh, drawing it up over his waist.
Aragon gently pulls away from the kiss only to stare deeply into my eyes. Whatever it is that has him being awfully gentle—I don’t want it to end. Perhaps it’s gratitude, and he doesn’t want to appear ungrateful for everything I’ve done. It doesn’t matter.
All I know is I need to relish the present moment and not worry about the rest.
So when he slides his hand up my side and finally cups my cheek, I close my eyes and nestle further into his touch. The pad of his thumb smooths over the apple of my cheek, and I begin humming gently from how tender the moment is.
He kisses me again, softly and sweetly, the tip of his tongue gently parting my lips before softly entering the cavity of my mouth. The unhurried exploration curls my toes, compelling me to move closer as I crave to feel his skin on mine.
That’s when his hand travels back down my side and slips under the fold of the towel. He finds my core, and gently strokes a finger across my moist folds. I sighed into his kiss, so relieved to feel his touch, and I arched my back further into it. It’s everything, but not enough. The need for friction contorts my face as I moan into his mouth.
Aragon breaks the kiss with a lighthearted chuckle, removing his hand from between my thighs and causing me to mewl in protest from the loss of his touch.
“Shhh…” he gently coerces. “Lie on your back for me.”
I nod shyly as I do what he says while keeping my eyes on him. He gets onto his knees, peeling away the towel until I’m fully exposed to him.
When I realize how intimate this moment is, I shudder as heat creeps over my cheeks. Unlike our first time together, this time, it’s way more personal. This time he has me lying naked in front of him, fully exposed as his eyes drink in the sight of my body and turn jetted with lust.
“Beautiful…” he murmurs as he climbs between my thighs, leaning in to pepper the top of my chest with open-mouthed kisses.
