Falling For Eternity

Naomi enjoys a quiet, peaceful life. She has just finished medical school and her hours at the hospital take up most of her waking hours. Her only grievance is that she harbors feelings for her guardian, a mage who took her in when no one else would and kept her off the streets. She wishes that one day, he would return her feelings.

Her hopes are dashed when he asks to meet her and informs her that she is to marry a man she has never spoken to in her entire life. According to Nigel, she owes the dragon a life debt and in return, he has asked for her hand in marriage. She doesn't remember incurring such a debt, but her lack of memory of the event does not nullify her debt. So, she meets with the mysterious dragon shifter with the scar on his face and hands large and strong enough to circle her waist and pick her up as if she does not weigh a thing at all.

She finds herself falling fast and hard for the man. He makes it no secret that he desires her and shows her all the pleasures she has been missing out on when she was pining for a man who didn't care for her.

She is taken by surprise when, at the end of her date, she was kidnapped and thrown into a cold, wet cave.

“This is a test of your worthiness,” claims one woman as she bounds her hands and ankles and leaves her to die.

Lost in the darkness of the cave with nothing but her thoughts and the shadows around her, she begins to remember the things that she had long forgotten, including an event that happened eight years ago that had changed her life forever.

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“I love you. I think I've always loved you, but-" she couldn't finish that sentence because her back suddenly hit the mattress behind her and her wrists were pushed up against the bed, caught in large, powerful hands, the back of her head thudding against the pillow.

There was a tongue in her mouth, forcing her lips apart and ravaging its way against her own with a startling wet sound, dragging against the roof of her mouth teasingly as it went out, its owner greedily starting to bite and pull her lower lip instead.

A high noise escaped her throat, dangerously verging into whining territory, making her sound embarrassingly wanton and she felt her flush spreading to her neck.

He pulled his face away abruptly, panting as if he had run a thousand miles, eyes raving over her features as though searching for something.

“You-" he started but didn't finish, eyes locking onto her lips that felt slightly bruised and were surely pinker than usual.

He seemed surprised, shocked, and as if he didn't really know what to do now. It was a relief, really, to know that he wasn't a master at seduction and he was also capable of befuddlement.

In a hidden corner of her mind, she realized that he had not expected his sentiments to be reciprocated. He seemed like he hadn't expected to get this far.

But the other parts of her mind were unusually ordered, not the usual chaos but instead completely united in their intent to get him to do that again.

Since her arms were still restrained by tense hands, she had no choice but to lean forward as far as his grip allowed her, gaze focused on the man's panting lips, so soft and inviting, glistening slightly with their joined saliva.

She wasn't quite able to reach him.

“Nigel,” she panted. “Nigel, please…” She sounded so vulnerable she should be mortified by her own neediness, but her head was pleasantly dizzy, numbing all thoughts beyond how she needed to feel him against her again. “Nigel, do that again,” she clarified, since he appeared to need further instruction.