Sabrina paced the hall, wringing her hands. She wanted to apologize for her behaviour last night and hoped he would accept her apology. He must have felt so disappointed in her. He was being so gentle and caring with her and what did she do? She pushed him away. His touch was nothing like Cyrus'. His touch spoke of affection and promised pleasure. Then why? Why did she have to ruin it? Why can't she get over that night? Cyrus was no more, she was no longer in that castle. She was free and with her mate. Then why? But what would have happened if she had let Elizah take her? What if Elizah had met with the same illness as Cyrus did after touching her? She didn't know what had caused that to happen? But there was one thing she was sure of. She can't have Eliah walking away from her. Not after getting this close. She will face her fear for him. A familiar rap on the door ripped her from her train of thoughts. Her heartbeat climbed up. It was him. She quickly crossed over and opened
This is how love should feel like. Around him, Sabrina feels safe and special. He treat her like a doll with so much gentleness and care as if she would break if he treated her even with a little force. But in the depth of night, this same gentleman turns into a starving beast, devouring her to her last breath. Even though, they had not done the deed yet, Elizah always left her exhausted and breathless by the time he would be done with her. His kisses were just as intense and consuming. Sabrina was swept away by him, heart and soul. She had no ounce of doubt that she would have fallen for him even if he wasn't her mate. His eyes that shone like molten lava under the sun could blind anyone with their beauty. His buff built both intimidated and assured her. Intimidate when he would back her into a corner and stare down at her with carnal hunger in his eyes and assure her when he would hold her against his chest and chase away all her nightmares. Sabrina had decided to do something for
Elizah entered the house and felt a painful tug at his heart when he saw her asleep against the wall. Her head was leaning against the wall, her blond ringlets framing her lovely face and her soft lips slightly parted. She was waiting for him. Elizah reached her in two long strides. He got down on his knees in front of her and very softly brushed back her stray locks from her face. He cupped her face and gently rubbed the wetness from her cheeks with his thumb. "My Angel," he whispered longingly and bent closer. He, ever so gently, brushed his lips against hers. The warmth of her lips made him sigh in content and he couldn't hold himself from pressing his lips to hers. Just enough to soak his lips in the warmth of her lips. He was looking for peace outside when his peace was right here, right under his roof. He pecked her lips and drew away only to scoop her up in his arms. Not tearing his gaze from her beautiful face, he carried her towards their mattress. Vulnerable he may sou
Elizah kept to his words and made her a delicious dinner. When she was done gobbling it all up, Sabrina moaned in delight and began licking her fingers. Elizah's gaze darkened as he watched her moaning and sucking. The sight was dangerously evocative. Her sweet delicate lips wrapped around her fingers. The man gritted his teeth in impatience. He could imagine something more interesting being sucked but that sweet mouth. Unable to hold back, he gripped her hand and yanked her fingers from her mouth. Sabrina looked up at him in confusion and then her cheeks heated when she caught the indecent shade of desire burning in his eyes. He shoved his middle finger into her mouth. "Suck on it, my lady," he commanded with an edge of impatience. She had denied him her touch and kisses last night. That was certainly the most brutal punishment he was ever dealt with. His body was aching for her, wanting to devour her skin. The man released a growl from the back of his throat as she began sucking
Sabrina gasped as he separated her vertical lips with his fingers and dug into her wetness. He growled in approval while stroking her tender flesh. She was sopping wet. Sabrina whimpered as his callused fingertips rubbed against her delicate meat. Her stomach fluttered everytime those bumpy small crusts on his fingepads grazed her pussy. His ministration began to turn rough, muddling her senses."I love how wet you are for me," he rasped while drilling holes into her misty eyes. Sabrina opened her mouth to answer but only could manage a moan when his thick middle finger dipped into her core all of a sudden."Aaahhh," she moaned lowly and fell on her back. Eyes half closed, rosy lips parted, and slender legs open. He pounded her sweet honey cave again and again, causing a squelching noise to dominate the air. She felt his fingers delving deeper. Her tender muscles contracted around him but he kept thrusting through that. He was mesmerised by her dazed expression. She looked so vulnera
"Elizah," Sabrina screamed in absolute horror. She wasn't able to feel anything but blind panic. His muscles were strained awfully, the veins bulged dangerously from the surface. He looked so much in pain. In so much agony. Tears washed done her eyes as she watched him twisting in pain. No, she can't lose him. She won't let anything happen to him. "You..you please hold on..I'll get someone for help...I'll be back soon," she stuttered and shot to her feet. Slipping into her clothes, she opened the door and rushed outside for help. It was after midnight and the village was as quiet as dead. Not a single soul was in sight. The huts were enshrouded in darkness. She felt so helpless and scared. Only her sobs pierced through the air. She ran towards Kyra's place, nothing mattered. Not the pain between her legs nor the pebbles and thorns pricking her bare feet. The terror had numbed her to everything else. She hastily wiped away her tears when she reached their hut and began to slap the
Her eyes were wide open. Sabrina was frozen to her spot. Her blue orbs reflecting the golden of flame as the beast in front of her breathed a flood of fire into the sky. The fire lightened up the village for a moment before darkness engulfed it again. Sabrina didn't know what to think. Only one thing could explain this all. She was dreaming. The only logical explanation she could think of. For there was no way Elizah could turn into a dragon. A dragon? How? Her breath hitched when the scaly dragon whipped his head in her direction. Her bones turned to jelly as the monster locked his gaze with her. He craned his face closer. One huff of breath and she would be burnt to ashes. Sabrina felt tears of terror pooling in her eyes as his golden orbs appraised her. There was a hint of danger in them. She wanted her Elizah. Where was he? She was scared. Sabrina had never seen a dragon from this close. Never in her life she had locked eyes with one. Just like everyone, she was clueless about
Elizah woke up to a painful pounding in his head. "Aah," he groaned and slowly opened his eyes. His lid parted to a worn out ceiling with cobwebs. He blinked twice to clear his vision. "Oh My Goddess....how do you feel, Elizah?" Sabrina's beautiful face popped into his vision. Her vivid blue eyes had become dull with concern but right now they had a little sparkle in them. "Mate," he said inwardly. He could smell her scent. Freesia and Vanilla. She smelled like spring, like life. Fresh and Soothing. Electricity pulsed through his veins when she placed her palm on his cheek. The tingles caught him of guard. It was too intense for his weak body but he wanted to keep feeling it. Sabrina smiled as she looked down at him with boundless affection."You scared me," she whispered, smiling through her tears. She was hopeless. Only she knew how much she had suffered in the moments when he was not awake. "Mate," Elizah croaked out, catching her offguard. The way her eyes rounded was a sig