Gifted To The Dragon: A Paranormal Pregnancy Romance (The Gifted Series Book 2) (13 page)

CHAPTER 13

With Desmond gently helping to move me and lift me, I maneuvered into position, my hands braced against the headboard, my knees on either side of his head, and my sex just mere inches from his mouth. Panting, I worked to keep myself from dropping onto his mouth before he was ready, but almost right away, he let me know that he was more than ready.

With a growl rumbling deep within his chest, he locked his arms around my thighs, pulling me against his face. Instantly, I felt his tongue begin slowly flicking across my throbbing sensitive bud, and I cried out, gripping the top of the headboard just about hard enough to break it.

I wasn't a complete stranger to having my most intimate parts "kissed," but what was currently happening was something else entirely. Whether it was because of my positioning or Desmond's enthusiasm, or a combination of the two, what I was currently experiencing was as close to complete rapture as I'd ever felt while being kissed. However, it was very soon to get even further rapturous.

After a little while, Desmond began to accelerate the pace of his flicking tongue, and also increase the pressure of it, periodically growling, clearly enjoying what was going on. And what was going on was that I'd begun gently rocking my hips, not even aware of having started doing it, grinding my most intimate parts against Desmond's mouth, tongue, and face.

I momentarily wondered if he was even able to breathe, but the way he seemed to be encouraging me with his growls, his increased pace and pressure, and his kneading of my thighs and rear told me that he was just fine.

It wasn't long before I felt myself quickly approaching what I knew was going to be a climax for the ages, and when Desmond gave one of my rear cheeks a light swat, then gave the other one the same, this approach toward pure bliss gained even more momentum.

Although nearly breathless from panting and moaning, I somehow managed to speak. "Yes. Yes, again with those swats. But harder."

In a feat of coordination I was pretty sure only a shifter could display, Desmond continued rapidly flicking his tongue over my most sensitive spot while also giving each of my rear cheeks light, stinging slaps, alternating hands.

"Even harder. Please don't stop."

He didn't, flicking his tongue even more rapidly across my throbbing spot, and giving my right rear cheek two fairly hard, stinging swats that immediately sent me right over the edge. Rhythmically grinding my femininity against his mouth, tongue, and face again, I cried out, clutching the headboard, while rapid waves of intense pleasure seemed to pick me up and carry me away to some place where time didn't even exist anymore.

I wasn't even sure how long the waves of complete rapture carried me; I just became aware that they were finally slowing. Desmond, however, was now eager to experience his own release, it seemed, and I was eager to experience it right along with him, hoping that maybe I'd get a second climax of my own as a bonus.

Just a few moments after the last spasm of my first one had passed, he deftly lifted me off his face, displaying his shifter strength, and flipped me onto my back, burying his face in my hair while he parted my legs and slid his beyond-hard shaft deep inside of me.

"So gorgeous, Madison. You're just gorgeous."

Moaning with pleasure at what he'd just said, combined with the intensely pleasurable sensation of being so completely filled, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. With a growl, he soon began thrusting with slow, powerful strokes, quickly kindling the fire of my passion yet again.

I'd never been the kind of lucky woman who could easily achieve two climaxes in one night, let alone one immediately right after the other, but I could tell that Desmond was going to make it very easy for me to become that kind of lucky woman.

A short while later, he proved me right, his deep, powerful strokes bringing me to another incredibly powerful orgasm while he spilled his masculine essence inside of me, groaning out his own powerful release.

Afterward, once we'd both stilled in our movements, he rolled to my side and took me in his arms with the fading light filtering through the curtains revealing his full lips curving in just the hint of a smile.

"I'm sorry. I just can't stop saying it...you're so unbelievably gorgeous, Madison. Almost indescribably so. And the level of pleasure you give me physically...." He paused, seeming to be fighting a much bigger smile. "All I can say is that you're an extraordinary woman."

Now smiling myself, I snuggled deeper into his arms.

"Well, let me just say that you're a pretty extraordinary, incredibly handsome, beautiful man, and that the level of physical pleasure
you
give
me
is...." Pausing, I decided to tease him a little. "Well, it's decent."

Jaw dropping, he feigned shock and outrage, but not a second later, he couldn't hold back a long, loud chuckle.

"Just 'decent?' Just 'decent,' she says."

I laughed, deciding not to further tease him.

"Okay. Okay, I'll admit that the level of physical pleasure
you
give
me
is...I'll just say it's an amazing, mind-blowing sort of level. It's the kind of level a girl could get very used to."

Desmond smiled. "Well, I'm glad to hear that. 'Decent' would never do...not for a creature as exquisite as yourself."

I smiled in return, twining my fingers with his, and fell silent, my thoughts turning to things a bit more serious.

After a few moments just spent looking into my eyes in the dim light, stroking my hair with his free hand, Desmond asked me what I was thinking. "You suddenly look as if you've got something on your mind...or maybe you're just tired."

"Well, I
am
getting a bit sleepy, but...."

"But, what?"

"I just want to know if you're really still going to be here when I wake up. I want to know if that was something you just said in the heat of the moment before we...before we started our 'activities.'"

In my gut, I felt like I wasn't going to wake up alone again like I had after the night we'd met, but I just wanted to know for sure. A look of sincerity in Desmond's eyes, however, told me all I needed to know before he even said a word.

"I'll still be here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere."

Heart soaring but heavy eyelids closing, I nodded with a little smile, and Desmond spoke again.

"Now just try to get some sleep. I'm going to hold you through the night."

I loved the sound of that, and I closed my eyes, giving Desmond's large, strong hand a gentle squeeze. Soon I was sleeping hard, enjoying the deep rest of the profoundly satisfied. All my dreams were hazy and pleasant, and throughout them, some tiny little part of my brain was still able to register the feel of Desmond's strong arms wrapping me in safety and warmth.

However, sometime not too long after dawn, I awoke to my own personal nightmare. I wasn't in Desmond's arms anymore. My bed was empty. He was gone.

I sat up, heart racing, experiencing a wave of dizziness and nausea, as well as one of extreme hunger, even in my horror. As my pregnancy progressed, it seemed my body was becoming more and more demanding about a regular eating schedule, though at present, I didn't care. I just wanted to know what had made Desmond leave. Yet again.

Hardly able to even believe it, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, wondering if it were possible that maybe he'd been called away on some Angel-related emergency. I realized I'd thought this the last time I'd woken up alone, and that hadn't been the case, or if it had been, he hadn't told me, but I was wanting to grasp at any straws available to me right then.

The thought that he'd bolted on me for the second time, and without so much as a hasty goodbye was almost more than I could bear. It just simply couldn't be true. I wasn't sure if I'd survive it again with my sanity intact, not to mention my heart.

However, while I waited a few seconds for my dizziness and nausea to lessen before getting out of bed, I noticed an aroma that suddenly made everything okay. It was the aroma of cooking bacon, and I breathed it in deeply, getting a little whiff of cooking eggs, too.

Desmond was just out of bed making breakfast. I actually quietly laughed out loud, chastising myself for so instantly jumping to conclusions, not that I'd really much been able to help it after the previous experience.

After slowly getting up and out of bed, trying not to make my slight dizziness and nausea worse, I used the restroom, brushed my teeth, and washed my face before getting back into bed the same time as Desmond appeared, coming through the doorway carrying a breakfast tray loaded with two plates, steaming mugs of coffee, and glasses of orange juice.

He was shirtless, wearing only his jeans, and his dark hair was clearly still damp, indicating that he'd already taken a shower.

Smiling, he came over and set the tray on my lap.

"Sleeping beauty awakens...and I thought she might be hungry."

I smiled in return, stomach growling as if on cue.

"I am...though having a little touch of morning sickness at the same time. It seems a little counter-intuitive to eat when you feel sick, but usually, it makes me feel better."

"Then, let's dig right in. I should tell you, though, I'm really not the world's greatest cook...but I can usually handle eggs and bacon, and I tried my best not to burn them."

As he climbed into bed beside me, being careful not to jostle the tray, I smiled.

"I'm sure everything will taste great."

Whether it was because I was so hungry from only having had a sandwich and a bowl of cereal for dinner the night before, or whether it was because Desmond was a better cook than he thought he was, the breakfast actually tasted beyond great, really bordering on heavenly.

The scrambled eggs were thoroughly cooked, yet fluffy and still just a bit soft, just the way I liked them, and the thick-cut bacon was perfectly crisp yet not burned in the least. The two slices of toast on my plate were also perfectly crisp without being burned, and Desmond had even made a delectable fresh fruit salad with sliced kiwifruit, strawberries, and orange segments.

For supposedly not being very handy in the kitchen, he'd really done a wonderful job with the whole breakfast, and after thanking him for it, I told him so.

"This is the kind of breakfast a girl could get used to...especially being served in bed by an incredibly handsome dragon shifter."

This was exactly what I'd been wanting to happen following the first night we'd shared together.

Desmond smiled, but before he could respond to what I'd said, his phone began going off, and he pulled it from his pocket with a frown. To my surprise, though, he didn't answer it.

Instead, he just silenced it and set it on the ornately-carved cherry wood nightstand closest to him.

“I’ve already called Eric and told him that I'm not going to be leading morning patrol around the city this morning, so we're just going to ignore that. If there's some emergency, he knows to call repeatedly, but until then...I plan on fully enjoying our morning together."

We soon set about doing just that, digging into our food and sipping our coffee. We talked about somewhat "safe" subjects, like how I'd been doing at Gifted practice, and how I intended to try to get Emma to give things another go. From there, we moved on to talking about Jake, and how he was set to stop having to wear his leg braces very soon.

I set my coffee cup down, recalling how the day before, Emma had been sharing her joy about it with Eloise at the care home, positively glowing as she talked about how he was going to be able to learn to walk.

"Emma is just about as excited as a mom can be, and I don't blame her."