I reached the room, breathless. Mrs Elliot was close on my heels. “What’s happening?!”
Dr Squire was looking at Thale’s arm closely, concern written all over her face. I went over to her side, and had to clap my hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming.
The skin on Thale’s wrist looked like it was coming away. As if it was shedding like a snake. The area was inflamed, with chunks of scales lifting away from his body.
“I’m sorry Miss Bell. This is what I was afraid of. His body is beginning to break down.” Dr Squire stood back up, taking the gloves from her hands as if she was done.
I looked at her as if she was mad. “Well, what can we do then? There must be something we can do?”
Her eyes finally met mine. “Now this is happening, the chance of him surviving is extremely low. Dragons rarely recover once their skin begins to shed.”
I shook my head furi
Despite the wonderful news that he was recovering, it took another three days for Thale to show any proper signs of life. During those three days, I mostly drew him. It was the first time I’d been able to do any kind of art since the first day I’d let him lead me to bed. As he lay perfectly still, I committed his profile in minute detail to the paper in front of me. It was still too hot for me to bare being too close, so it was a way of being intimate with him without touching his body.It was during one of these sessions, that I saw him open his eyes for the first time in a week. Just as I looked away to sketch his mouth, I heard a groan. My eyes snapped back to him, nearly crying with joy as I saw him writhe.“Thale?” I rushed over to his bedside the paper and pencil clattering to the ground. I took his hand in mine. “Thale can you hear me? It’s me. It’s Sophia.”His eyes flickered open and shut, an unearthly sou
Two months later...“Again?” I asked, half laughing, half hoping.“Yes, again,” he growled. “I have a lot to make up for.” His hand traced up the length of my leg, back to my core that was now drenched in the pleasure of both our bodies.“You’re going to break me if we go on much longer,” I uttered, my breath catching as his fingers began circling my swollen clit.“Tell me to stop then,” he said darkly into my ear. “Tell me you don’t want me.”Instead of saying anything, I let my legs fall open, allowing him to take me to another high. Just when I thought it wouldn’t be possible to go there again.“You look so beautiful when you’re like this.” He traced soft kisses down my neck, grazing his teeth against the sensitive skin.He took his hand away, and I whimpered. But before I could open my mouth to protest, he&rsqu
*Sophia’s POV* “Wow, you’re really good.” I jumped. I wasn’t expecting to be disturbed. I looked for the source of the voice and saw a handsome face smiling down at me. “Er, thanks.” He moved closer to my canvas, cocking his head to this side and that to take in the image. His shoulder was nearly touching mine. I tensed at the feeling of someone being so near. I could smell his expensive cologne. I took the opportunity to look at him a little closer. He didn’t look much older than me, maybe in his early 20’s? He had light blonde hair, a complete contrast to my raven locks. His clean-shaven face displayed the sharpness of his features. I couldn’t work out his eye colour from this position. He turned his face towards me, and I blinked. I wasn’t used to people being this close. “Do you do portraits?” Blue. His eyes
*Sophia's POV* I left it a few days before contacting Danny. I still wanted to think about it properly. However, after a particularly crappy shift at the pub, I decided to call him. I couldn't bear to work in dirty places like this where men would openly stare at my ass and boobs. I waited till it was my break and then went outside. A gruff voice greeted me. “Yeah?” I could hear drum and bass music in the background. “Er, is that Danny?” “Who wants to know?” That response did not fill me with confidence. “It’s Sophia…the girl who paints? We met the other day?” His tone suddenly changed. “Oh Sophia! I’ve been waiting for you to call. How are you doing?” “Yeah, I’m fine thank you. Sorry if I’ve distu
*Sophia's POV*A few days later, I was working at the cafe. It was a Thursday, which meant that it was busy with a local photography group that came in to have a drink and discuss their work. For this reason, I usually looked forward to Thursday’s. The group would often show me the pictures they’d taken that week, talking me through how they’d captured a certain angle or light.I was in the middle of appreciating a particularly gorgeous sunset image, when I heard the tinkle of the bell that sounded whenever the cafe door was opened. I quickly gave the photograph back to the group and made my way to the counter.A man approached, although it was impossible to know what he looked like. His figure was imposing, but his features were concealed by sunglasses, a scarf and hood.I looked at him nervously, my image reflected back at me in
*Sophia's POV*The next morning, I woke up with a sense of anticipation and nerves. Now I had agreed to continue with the painting, I realised I was going to have to accept Danny. Along with whatever ‘business’ he was involved in.He had assured me that although not always legal, he was making decisions for the greater good. Surely that meant he was helping people? Perhaps if I showed my commitment to the painting, he would trust me more. Maybe he would tell me in more detail what he did. There was also something else though that was playing in the back of my mind. The more time I spent with him, the more he seemed to get under my skin. He was clearly good looking, but it was more than that. He interested me. There was something that hooked me in. Despite my little experience with men, I knew it was very likely that Danny was popular with women. I would have to guard my heart throughout this proces
*Sophia's POV*A few days later, I was painting by the river again. Danny told me he was busy, so I couldn’t go and add to the portrait today. Part of me was still berating myself for allowing him to kiss me. For kissing him back. Each time we kissed, it seemed to get more intense. Everything was happening so fast and I wasn’t sure if it was really a good idea. What even was I to Danny? Was I just the girl who was painting his portrait who he happened to be kissing on the side? Did he want something more? I had only had a few experiences with boys. I wasn’t a virgin. Although my first and only time had been painful and brief. The boy in question had been in my class, and was just as inexperienced as I was. I essentially had no idea what I was doing. Danny, clearly did know what he was doing. If he did want to take things further, I worried that I wasn’t going to be any good. Then it would be more awkward
*Sophia's POV*It was strange being in Danny’s room. Although it was huge, there wasn’t a lot in it. However, the item that was most obvious, was a massive bed in the centre of the room. It was the largest bed I had ever seen, and I vaguely wondered where he even managed to source big enough linen to cover it. Something about it made me feel a little nervous. After all, I guessed that he usually slept alone. Why did he need a bed of this size? The only explanation was if he was in the habit of having other people in it. Maybe more than one at a time…Danny caught me looking at the bed, and came behind me. Moving my hair to one side, he planted soft kisses down my neck. Slowly, he removed my jacket. I heard him walk over to a chair to put it down, at the same time, dimming the lights.I tried to breathe slowly and tell myself this was going to be fine. His hands were back on me, tracing