Breathing Fire

“Wait.” My voice made him freeze. His body started to shake as he straightened up.

I ran my burden to the corner, turning to smile radiantly at him. “Sorry, it’s delicate.” I was back to him in a flash. Just the smell of his neck made me shake with need. “I missed you,” I whispered in his ear, and felt him tremble.

He splayed me on the table, more carefully this time. He set to work on my body slowly with his lips, tongue, and teeth. I gripped his hair in both fists, it’s silken texture a wonder to me.

I tried to guide his head lower, but he just ignored me, chuckling softly against my skin. The sound was sinister, and it drove me crazy. He always took control in this fashion when we made love. He would take no orders, and I could refuse none of his. He was dominant to his very core. I doubted there were any truly powerful druids that weren’t. They melded their souls with the beasts. It was the nature of their power. And I had never seen a druid more powerful than Dom. Or more controlled. He could tamp down his dominance when needed, but when we were like this, letting go completely, he didn’t even try. I would have hated it if he had. His power spread over me like a mist, and every part of me loved it.

He buried his face in my neck, biting down hard. I whimpered, but not in pain. He kissed the bite marks he’d made, soothing me, then kissed his way from my throat to my br**sts. He kneaded one in his hand while his mouth set to work on the other. He sucked my flesh into his mouth so hard that it would have left a lasting mark, if I was human. He gave the other one the same attention, then moved south, kissing across my ribs, and into my naval. “Stroke your br**sts,” he ordered roughly into my skin. I obeyed, but made a sound of protest in my throat. I didn’t want to stop touching him, didn’t ever want to let go of him again.

When he finally buried his face between my legs, I was sobbing with need, begging for it. He licked me, and thrust three long fingers into me with one smooth motion. He had me coming in moments. I screamed loud enough to have someone knocking on the door.

“Sir?” An uncertain male voice called from the other side. “Is everything all right?”

Dom straightened, unbuttoning his severe black robe as he answered. “Yes, I am fine. Do not interrupt us again.”

He made short work of the heavy buttons. I’d been so wrapped up with the sight of him, so lost in his enchanting eyes, that I hadn’t even noticed what he was wearing. It was some sort of druid ritual robe. They had been either coming or going from something very important. Druids wearing anything other than three piece suits meant serious business.

I bit my lip apologetically as I asked, “I came at a bad time, didn’t I?”

He laughed, and it was the most carefree sound I’d heard come out of that beautiful mouth in years. My moody Dom.

I released my right breast and raised a trembling finger to his lips, tracing his soft lower lip in wonder. “Oh, Dom, how I’ve missed your smile.” I was horrified when a tear slipped down my cheek.

He nipped my finger playfully, smiling into my eyes as he wiped my tear away. “Perhaps you shouldn’t work quite so hard at running away from it, then.”

The hand on my face traced down my body swiftly. He parted my thighs wide apart with sure hands. “Don’t move,” he ordered, as he parted his robe. He was gloriously naked underneath, and I drank in the sight of the body I had missed so desperately. He didn’t bother removing it completely, just opened it enough to bare his tanned, muscular torso, and his heavy arousal. Just the sight of it made my insides clench.

“Please, Dom, I want you naked. I want to see you.”

He just grinned at me. His wicked grin. “Maybe next time.” He thrust to the hilt in one perfect motion of his hips, his masterful hands holding my legs wide apart. “Keep your hands on your br**sts,” he ordered, and started up a hard rhythm. He had my legs pinned so that I couldn’t even wiggle against him, holding me in perfect stillness for his penetration. The sensations were nearly too intense, and I screamed again as I came. “Don’t look away,” he told me roughly. “Maybe I should f**k you ’til you can’t walk away tonight.”

He finally leaned his chest against mine as he grew closer to his own release, and I plunged my fingers into his hair with relish, pulling his face to mine in a fierce kiss.

I lay with my ear over his pounding heart when we finished, stroking his hair. I knew this was far from a reconciliation, but I still felt a raw part of my heart heal. “I haven’t been with another man since long before I met you.” I felt him freeze at my confession, his heartbeat jackhammering. “I know you think that doesn’t matter now, since we’re over,” I continued hurriedly, not letting him speak. “But it’s significant because it pertains to what I have to show you. You see, the thing I need you to guard belongs to us both.”

He sat up, dragging me upright by my arms to look him in the eye. “Tell me what it is,” he demanded, his voice hoarse.

I brought the satchel to him, unwrapping it carefully. I cradled the large bronze egg to my chest as he stared at me in shock and confusion. “He says he’s not ready to be born for a while yet,” I whispered as I stroked the egg of our unborn baby. “He told me there are some things I need to do in the time before he’s born. He’s our son, Dom.”

“He?” His voice broke on the word. His eyes were softer than I’d ever seen them as he stared at the egg. His hand was trembling as he touched it ever so softly, with just the tips of his fingers, tracing the intricate patterns etched along it’s surface.