Awakening | By : elerrinarose Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 1739 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Awakening Asher/Julianna
Summary: The first stirrings of passion.
Tall, golden-haired and with eyes the color of robin’s eggs, he came to her each night. Vaguely, she was aware of the shimmering Adonis in the darkness, just beyond the candle’s reach. She did not need to look for him, she felt him watching. He walked around her, appraising her in an ever narrowing circle, spiraling closer, revealing more of himself with each step, until all of his golden beauty was alight. Even the candle’s flame seemed seduced by his presence. She watched the skin at his throat, entranced by the hills and valleys of silken temptation created by the flickering light. He reached out, lightly running his fingertips along her shoulder and down her arm as he came still nearer. She stood in her thin nightshift, eyes closed, holding her breath and trying not to tremble with anticipation, praying for his lips on her skin.
He knew what she craved. He always knew her desire, as if she'd spoken aloud. He stepped closer and would breathe in the honey and milk scent that clung to her hair. The scent always became stronger when she grew aroused, the honey released by the heat of her flushing skin. His impossibly silken hair trailed along her collarbone as he leaned in to her and brushed her lips with his. It was never enough. Just a teasing brush of lips. She felt her pulse, beating just below the thin layer of pink skin at her throat. She suspected that he could hear her heartbeat. Gazing into his azure depths, she was certain that he could. This knowledge did not cause fear, but only excited her more.
His eyes were like wine, both unsteadying and intoxicating. His drowning gaze drew her inside of himself, allowing her to glimpse the pleasure he held for her. Leaning in, he murmured against her mouth “Let me taste you.”, causing her head to swim. She pushed her soft hands into the golden cascade of his hair and let him consume her lips.
Higher and higher they climbed and all of her skin tingled with life. She felt as if they began to breathe as one, that every beat of their hearts were simultaneous. He would break the kiss and begin to glide his lips across her cheek and jaw, seeking lower. Then she could feel her body throbbing with the beat of her heart, every pump a tiny shimmer of skin. She became the heartbeat. She became life.
When she was lost to the heady aftermath of his kiss, she barely registered the delicate scraping she felt as he licked and nibbled the skin at her throat. It tore a breath from her lungs, the pleasure from his lips nearly dizzying. Her pulse quickened further, like a hawk beating it's wings against a cage, longing to be free. The thick, pounding sweetness just under her flesh, quivering against his waiting mouth...
That’s when Julianna bolted upright in bed, a sheen of sweat on her brow. Every morning for the past eight days, she had awoken this way. Each time with the brush of his lips still lingering on her flesh. She brought her hands up to brush the foreign sensation from her lips, but only suceeded in reenforcing it. As her body cooled she could once again feel the chill in the pre-dawn air. For reasons unknown to her, her eyes were always drawn to her bedroom window as she snuggled back under the quilts.
Every time she saw her golden dream visitor, she became more confused, more startled and more intrigued. Her body had never felt such things. But this last morning, when she awoke, Julianna felt a definite loss. Almost as if she was accustomed to a husband’s presence and waking up to discover their bed empty. But Julianna had been living alone ever since her mother died, and had never lived with a man, let alone one so intoxicatingly handsome as the man in her dreams.
Julianna wondered: “How can you miss a man whom you’ve never met?”
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