Chapter 8
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The lord glanced over his shoulder at me. There was a sly smile on his lips. “What do you think?”
“Wow. . .” I murmured. I dared step close enough to stretch out my hands and touched the wings. They felt like stretched skin, and the bones were as hard as any I’d felt, maybe harder. “You’re. . .you’re really a dragon, aren’t you?”
“I consider myself only half dragon. My mother was a Maiden like yourself, and my father took her as his bride,” he revealed.
“So you can’t go all fire-breathing, scaly dragon-like?” I asked him.
He nodded. “I can, but the transformation is a great strain on my body.”
I petted the wing with one hand. It twitched beneath my fingers. “Just. . .just wow. . .” I murmured. The lord shut his eyes and ground his teeth together. His breathing came out in quick gasps, and he appeared in pain. “Are you all right?”
“The wings of a dragon are very sensitive,” he informed me.
I yanked my hand away and cringed. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“On the contrary. The sensitivity isn’t from pain.” He half-turned to me and I noticed his member stood erect. “It is a stimulus for mating.”
My cheeks resembled the color of a firetruck. I tried to turn away, but the lord caught my chin between the fingers of his hand. He turned my face so I looked into his heated glance. “Do not be afraid. I do not wish to bring you harm.”
A strange smell wafted into my nostrils. It was the fragrance of lilacs in spring and of newly cut grass in early summer, my favorite smells. All my fear melted away beneath such comforting scents. The lord wrapped his arms around me, and the smells, too, swirled around me in a soft blanket.
“W-what are you doing to me?” I stuttered. I tried to will myself to hate this creature, this dragon-man who had kidnapped me and made me his slave, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything but fall into his embrace and soak in the riches of his enticing scent.
“What do you smell?” he whispered into my ear.
“Lilacs, and cut grass,” I murmured.
His warm breath ghosted across my tingling flesh. “Beautiful, like you.”
I gasped when he pressed a chaste kiss against my neck. “What. . .what’s going on? What’s happening to me?”
“Ssh. Enjoy the feeling,” he whispered. He wrapped his wings around me in a warm embrace, and I felt like a caterpillar preparing for a long, comforting nap before emerging as a beautiful butterfly.
My lord’s strong muscles pressed against my pert n*****s, and I shuddered at the contact. He pulled my flimsy dress up until the lower hem lay on my hips. One hand held the cloth, and me, in place, and the other slid between my legs. His fingers brushed against the thick, coarse hair and I clutched onto his strong, muscular arms. Like his, my breath quickened.
I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling of him against me, touching me. My legs shook beneath me as he stroked the sensitive nerves tucked between my hot, wet folds. I clung to him and leaned my cheek against his hard chest. His rapid heartbeat thrilled me. My sensual torture was his.
I yelped as he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed. He spread me on the covers and hovered over me. His red eyes burned brightly in the dim light of the room. Sweat glistened over his naked body. I squirmed beneath his hot, intense gaze.
He drew the flimsy gown over my head and flung it aside. I lay naked beneath his eyes. They consumed me like a man starved of food who had finally found his feast. He stretched himself out beside me and explored me with his hands. My flesh tingled beneath his gentle touch. His curious fingers danced across muscle and skin, overlooking nothing of me.
I moaned and squirmed beneath his attentions. My body was on fire. The red-hot heat pooled between my legs. I ached for him, for his hard muscles against me and inside me. His fingers slid down to my wet folds. I groaned as he stroked me again, harder this time and with a faster rhythm. My hips rocked with his finger. Sweat soaked my trembling skin. I felt my breasts swell. My hips thickened. Every part of me felt alive with desire for this creature, this man.
His hot breath wafted over my ear, and the thick need in his deep, strained voice sent a thrill of pleasure through me. “Your desire for me is strong, but how badly do you want me?”
I shuddered. My tongue flicked out and whetted my dry lips. “Badly.”
“Will you allow me to take you as my own? To make you mine and no other?” he whispered.
His finger moved faster. My muscles began to twitch. Pleasure rippled through me. “Yes. Oh god, yes.”
He removed his finger and sat up to look down at me. His lips curled back in a sly grin that revealed his sharp teeth. “Then you will be mine until I release you.”
He lay atop me and positioned himself at my wet entrance. I groaned as he effortlessly penetrated me. His thick, throbbing manhood filled me and stroked my bundle of sensual nerves. My body shivered with anticipation. My muscles tensed. I wanted this so badly. More than I’d ever wanted anything else.
My mind and body were enveloped in a haze of lust. I wanted only to pleasure and be pleasured. This man could pleasure me, could take me and claim me again and again. I knew I would enjoy every moment, every thrust, and touch and feel of him against me. Inside of me.
He pulled out and pushed back in. He clenched his teeth, but a hiss escaped his lips. “So. . .tight,” he gasped.
I leaned forward and nibbled at his ear. “So wonderful.”
He grunted and thrust deeper into me. I lay my head back and moaned. My sultry voice dripped with desire. “Yes. More. So much more.”
He wrapped me tight in his arms. His gentle penetrations transformed into wild thrusts. The bed rocked against the wall. I felt my body explode with a deep, blissful pleasure that made me spasm.
My lover continued to thrust, lengthening my bliss for a long minute before he, too, came. He collapsed beside me. One of his wings draped across my naked body and kept the cold from sinking into my sweat.
He pulled me into his arms. Exhaustion swept over me. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to fall into sleep.
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