Lost Wanderer Awakened - Book One of the Airendell Chronicles (15 page)

They lie beside each other for several
minutes. Lucian is humming softly again, stopping at intervals to
kiss her lips, her cheek or her neck. Finally, her body has stopped
shaking but is still tense and rigid. Her eyes are uncertain as she
continues to watch him. He is feeling guilty about what he‘s done.
He should have waited until she remembered him and wouldn‘t be
frightened. She would understand why his tongue made her skin burn
and tingle. She would know that he was healing her. But he was so
moved by how much the scars bothered her, and he acted
impulsively.

The tranquility spell isn‘t helping much and
he knows what she really needs to relax so she will trust him to
lead her back to him. He feels like a jerk for taking liberties
when she is so unsure of herself, but he fears she won’t progress
if he doesn’t push a little.

He is tracing the contours of her precious,
lovely face and dropping tender kisses here and there as he wonders
what happened to her in this life time to rob her of her natural
confidence in herself. But, despite her uncertainty about him and
herself he can feel her need, the desire that is even now coursing
through her body. He smells it and longs to peel those pretty
panties off of her and bury his face between her legs to taste that
potent arousal. He won’t give in to that desire because he has
already exposed her to so much of his venom today.

“Will you let me see what I can do about
getting rid of some of that tension?” he asks gently. He raises
himself onto his left elbow and stares into her eyes, “You still
trust me, my love?”

“Yes, I trust you,” she whispers. She feels
vaguely surprised that it’s true, but she does. She may not
understand what just happened, but she trusts him completely. He
absolutely was not trying to cause her any harm.

“Good, now just relax and let me give you
some pleasure after all that discomfort, okay?” He gives her a
wicked little smile that she feels like she recognizes and she
eagerly nods again.

He grins happily at her, “There’s my brave,
adventuresome girl.”

He slowly peels the quilt off of her body,
and moves to hover above her, just touching her body with his own
and starts to kiss her. Gently at first, then more urgently. Her
mouth opens slightly to inhale his scent and she moans in pleasure.
He growls and his tongue flicks out to gently trace her lips. He
strokes her left cheek with his right hand then trails it down her
throat, over her shoulder and chest until he finds her left breast.
He teases the nipple with his thumb through the fabric, and groans
as she grasps the back of his neck with her hands.

He parts her legs with his right knee and
runs his hand down her left leg where hooks his right hand under
her left knee and raises it. Then he presses his hip into her
center. They both moan at the same time. He drops his right hand to
massage her left hip and buttock, gently pushing her into his body.
She nearly comes undone by the pressure of his hard manhood against
her thigh.

Holy smoke! I did that. I have that effect on
him. That realization fills her with joy and emboldens her, and
makes her feel giddy with excitement. She entwines her fingers in
his soft hair as he continues to kiss her lips, her cheek, and her
chin… back to her lips.

He finally breaks away from her mouth and
moves his face to her right breast. She slides her hands downward,
to his neck as his hard lips work the taunt nipple through the
fabric. She is disappointed that the pressure has been moved from
her thigh, but moans deeply and arches toward his mouth, willing
him to remove the fabric of the bra and take her eager nipple into
his mouth to suck hard on the sensitive pebble of flesh.

His right hand leaves her hip to trace along
the outline of the panties. His fingertips leave a trail of fire
blazing wildly on her skin. She’s panting now, her need is growing
rapidly as she moans his name, desperately wanting him to take them
to next level.

He lifts his face from her breast and returns
to her lips to kiss her urgently. Her hands stay firmly locked
around his neck, then move up to tangle her fingers in his hair
again. His left hand replaces his mouth at her right breast, where
he kneads the fullness with firm, expert movements.

Then he returns to inhale deeply of her scent
between her legs. He brushes his right hand over the crotch of her
panties and is delighted that they feel very wet. He can feel the
heat coming from her core and is almost completely undone by it.
Her left leg is still raised, bent at the knee with her heel
resting only inches below her buttock. His right hand gently pushes
her thigh outward to open her up to his touch. He returns his right
hand to the front of the panties and rubs between her legs. Using
his skillful fingers to manipulate her clit through her soaked
panties. He moans as she moves her right leg outward and gently
rocks her pelvis up to meet each movement of his hand, panting
eagerly as she does.

“Luca? Please…” she implores.

He relishes her scent and taste as he uses
his hard lips to manipulate her hard clitoris through the fabric.
He moans in deep pleasure and whispers, “Still the same.”

She is unable to focus on what he said
because she doesn’t seem to be able to get close enough to his
mouth as she arches her pelvis up as she simultaneously presses
down on the back of his head with her hands. She’s now moaning,
“Luca,” and her breath is coming in ragged gasps. She needs this
man in a way she has never needed anyone before.

Suddenly, the thumb of his right hand slips
under the elastic of the panties and glides smoothly into her hot
wetness between her legs. He smiles at her sharp intake of breath.
After a several slow, deep circular moving thrusts, he is rewarded
as her muscles clamp around his thumb, holding it in place. “YES!”
she hisses. They both moan loudly, and his thumb is bathed in her
body’s hot juices. Her body stiffens for several seconds, and then
finally relaxes completely. Her hands drop weakly to the bed, and
her left leg eases back onto the cool cotton of the bed sheet.

Lucian slowly withdraws his thumb, and slips
it into his mouth, closing his eyes and moaning as though her
essence is the sweetest thing he has ever tasted. Dee shivers in
delight at his reaction, and obvious carnality of the move. When he
removes his thumb from his mouth and opens his eyes, she’s watching
him through her half closed eyelids.

He kisses her through the lacy fabric again.
He rests his cheek on the front of her damp panties as he savors
her familiar scent for a few more moments, before he stretches his
body out on his side facing her. She’s still on her back, so he
turns her gently and spoons her back into his front. Holding her to
him, as he tenderly brushes his knuckles along her cheek. He kisses
the top of her head, and whispers, “I love you, Morna.” She turns
her face, and nuzzles into his hand before she murmurs, “I love you
too, Luca.”

He smiles broadly at her use of her version
of his name, then he stares up at the ceiling, knowing she will
sleep for hours. “What did you do to me?” Deidra whispers.

“I just loved you, Morna.”

She giggles giddily and murmurs, “Uh huh,
well that wasn’t what I expected, but it was amazing.” He smiles,
and kisses the top of her head again. He thinks she has drifted off
to sleep and is a little surprised when she speaks softly.

“What are you?” she whispers from her hazy
fog of euphoria and sleepiness.

“A man who has loved you completely for a
very, very long time,” Lucian whispers into her ear. “Sleep, baby.
It‘s okay, you just sleep.” He knows the venom will make her
sleepy.

Just before sleep completely claims her, she
mumbles thickly, “But what about you? I mean you didn’t…”

“I’m great, baby. You just sleep. I’ll get
some food for you in a few hours,” he answers quietly.

“Luca?”

“Yes, love?”

“You are going to give me some answers later,
right?” she asks in a voice thick with sleep.

“Yes, love, I will answer any questions you
have later. Now sleep, my Morna.”

Luca remains in bed with her for a couple of
hours until she starts to shiver as her body becomes cold from
having so much of her bare skin in contact with his cold body. He
expected this, the last traces of the minute amount of venom have
left her system, leaving her especially sensitized and tired.

He gets up, tucks the covers around her, and
then gets dressed, putters around the house for a little bit. He
gets a pair of sage green silk pajamas out of her wardrobe and
leaves them on the bathroom vanity where she will be sure to see
them. He leaves her a note, telling her to re-hydrate and asking
her to stay here until he gets back. He considers taking her car
keys from her bag, but decides against it. If she stays, it has to
be to be because she wants to not because he took away her option
to go. He leaves a cold bottle of flavored water on the bedside
table and goes out to run some errands and to get her some dinner.
He’s relieved she doesn’t seem to be having any of her bad dreams
and hopes he can get back before she wakes up.

CHAPTER 8 - ANSWERS

In her dream they are sitting on the ground
under a massive oak tree. She is teaching Lucian how to do
something. She’s not really sure what it is, and their words make
little sense to her, in fact, she doesn’t even recognize the
language they are speaking. But suddenly she feels a little
impatient and moves to kneel behind him as she reaches around his
shoulders and takes his right hand and moves it in an arcing
motion. The words she is saying are meaningless to her. Lucian
chuckles and turns in her arms and pulls her down on top of him.
They are laughing as he captures her face and kisses her deeply as
he peels the simple dress from her body, caressing her skin like a
zealot would touch a cherished icon of his faith.

Deidra wakes up slowly and stretches lazily.
She feels unbelievably happy, if slightly disorientated. She is
filled with peace from the dream about her and Lucian. She tries to
recall the details of her dream, but they are fading fast. But she
remembers something was very different about Luca in her dream. Was
it his eyes? Did he look younger? What was it? Her memory of the
dream is too tenuous to grasp so she shakes her head to clear
it.

She looks around for Lucian, but isn’t too
surprised nor worried that he’s not there. She sees his note, picks
it up and reads it. A huge smile breaks out on her face as she
realizes she hasn’t slept this well in any given twenty four hour
period since she awoke from the coma almost nine months ago. And
never, in all her forty-nine years has she ever felt so content,
satiated and loved! Her head hurts a little but she suspects it’s
from dehydration. He knew I would be dry as a bone after all of
that, whatever that was…

She opens the water and drinks half of it
chug-a-lug style. Then laughs out loud. Re-hydrate indeed! She is
parched. She stretches again and then gets up slowly to make her
way to the necessary. She was expecting her wrecked hip and leg to
be stiff and painful after being in bed so long but is surprised
and very, very happy to discover there’s no trace of any
discomfort.

After using the necessary, she washes her
hands and brushes her teeth. Then finally looks at the mirror. This
is the chore she dreads every time she wakes up. Her hair is a wild
mess, but she expected that after all the thrashing around in bed
she had done today. The ‘just fucked’, well ‘almost fucked’, look
doesn’t really do a thing for her. The memories of Luca pleasuring
her make her feel warm all over even as she wonders why he only saw
to her needs and not his own.

She grabs her new hair brush and starts to
smooth her wayward hair into something that resembles a human
being. When she notices what she’s wearing. She can’t help but
chuckle. She puts the hairbrush down, and gives her reflection a
critical appraisal. She muses out loud that she really doesn’t look
half bad in the beautiful emerald bra and panties, well for an old
bag that is. A little rounder than she probably should be, but Luca
doesn’t seem to mind, so she decides that she doesn’t either.

She laughs at herself for speaking aloud
again, “Dee ole gal, you’re talking to yourself again. That’s sure
sign of a deranged mind.” She giggles at her own silliness and then
decides she should wash her face. After several cold splashes of
water, she reaches for the hand towel. As she’s drying her face
off, the scar catches her attention. She always tries to pretend it
isn’t there, but it’s a demanding demon. The scar and the memories
of that horrible day demand she pay tribute regularly. But
something is different… What the hell? She leans in closer to the
mirror. “Either I am getting accustomed to the ugly red line or
it’s starting to fade,” she muses out loud.

She hears a soft chuckle from the behind her.
Her jaw drops because she was sure he wasn’t there a second ago.
She drops her head and covers her face with her hands to hide her
crimson blush, and asks him, “How long have you been there?”

He’s at her side instantly, removing her
hands from her face and traps her wrists in his left hand. Then he
gently places his very cool fingers of his right hand under her
chin and tilts her face up to him. “Morna… we talked about this,
baby. Please open your eyes!” he says in a strained voice.

As soon as she meets his eyes, his face
softens with a broad smile. “That’s better,” his velvet voice
soothes between tender kisses on her lips, nose, cheeks and
forehead. “And to answer your question, beautiful girl, I came in
when you started brushing your hair.”

“But I didn’t see you there!” she gasps.

He chuckles. “No, you didn’t. And I am glad.
I rather enjoyed myself. I love watching you when you are relaxed.
You are so cautious and reserved when you know someone is watching
you.” He drops a kiss onto her lips and then smacks her ample butt
gently. He smiles his lopsided grin, then spins her around to face
the vanity. He points to the pajamas and says, “Why don’t you get
dressed and meet me in the kitchen, your dinner is getting cold.”
He kisses the top of her head and then disappears.