The Last Dragon’s Baby

4. Blazing Ruby

*This chapter contains s****l content, which will be signalised with asterisks, “***”

Alma

The car stopped, and Egan helped me out of it. We were in front of a tall building, making our way in towards a reception desk. I couldn’t contain my giggles, that was so funny and confusing! Did he live in a hotel? 

“Where are we?” I tried to whisper.

“In a hotel, Alma,” he said, turning his attention back to me whilst taking my hand to lead the way. We arrived at a fancy and huge room, where everything was golden. I felt as if I was lost in a treasure chest. 

I think I said it aloud because of his reply, “The only jewel here is you. You look like a ruby, precious,” he husked, running his hands through my auburn hair. 

Me, what? Was he drunk? 

It was for sure a dream: after his words, I was 100% convinced. 

He wrapped me in his arms, lifting me by my waist before I found myself pressed between his ravaging lips and the wall. My arms found their way around his neck on their own accord and my body arched against his. He put me down and pulled up his shirt exposing his perfect abs along with his solid and muscular chest. 

“Crap,” I muttered, looking down. 

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he tilted my chin up and attacked my lips once again, pressing all those packs on me; I was too dizzy to count, but it was probably more than six. 

He took me in his arms as if I weighed nothing and placed me on the soft bed. Hovering over me, I did the sane thing and ran my fingers through those fantasy abs - I could do that for hours! Such a sweet dream! I think I said it aloud again because he chuckled and took my face between his big and strong hands. 

This dream felt so real, I was starting to think that it might be real. So to prove my theory, I pinched him hard on the arm. 

He looked at me in surprise for a moment, his eyes slightly wide.

“What are you doing?” he asked. 

“Making sure it is a dream.”

His stoic expression came back, “shouldn’t you pinch yourself instead?”

“Maybe...” I mumbled confusedly. 

“Are you sure you want to do this, Little Ruby? Are you sober enough?” he asked, seriously and looked intently at me. 

I moaned like the mess I was feeling and replied, “Yes, please.” 

Oh, Gods! I was so glad he wasn’t a real man— otherwise, it would have been so embarrassing!

His hot breath fanning over the skin of my neck made tingles rise everywhere, even in my toes. 

*** He peeled my clothes off slowly, attentively, without breaking eye contact. I’ve never felt so wanted in my entire life. 

When I was only wearing my white underwear and bra, his eyes trailed down my body, lingering, caressing each of my curves. 

He was so hot!! I only hoped I wasn’t moaning out loud and woke Niki up. 

He unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall onto the floor, all I could see was his stuff tenting in his boxer shorts. It wouldn’t ever fit, I shook my head. 

“You are thinking so loud that I can almost hear it,” he raised a brow, and placed two gentle fingers down my chin, making my eyes travel from his bulge to his eyes. 

“It won’t fit,” I covered my chuckling mouth. 

He leaned down and kissed the sweet spot behind my ear before he husked, “We will make sure you are so wet and prepared that it will slide in with a single thrust.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, forgetting how to breathe for an instant. 

He cupped my clothed breasts and unfastened my bra in a single skilled move, leaving a trail of fire wherever his fingertips touched me. My body burned desire, and I felt alive, almost sober, but drunker than ever, intoxicated by this delirious feeling. 

His lips sunk into mine as he made me open my legs by placing his knee between my thighs. He shoved his tongue inside my mouth, licking and nibbling my tongue, possessing me and making me feel ablaze. 

His lips moved down my jaw, fiercely, branding until they found the aching flash of my perked n****e. He sucked my bud avidly, nibbled it, and immediately soothed the soreness with his soft tongue, licking it in circular motions. I’ve never been kissed like this before. He gave the same attention to my other bud, and palmed my lonely breast, twisting my peek in between his fingers and pulling it slightly, making me whimper and press my needy core against his knee. 

His hand wandered down my skin, conquering and possessing every inch in its way, and making my mind even hazier. His fingers slid inside my underwear, and he caressed my wet slit, making me jump. But my jerk didn’t make him stop. He kneeled up and pulled his boxer short down his legs, revealing his thick, hard, and huge erection.

I swallowed hard, but before I could say anything about that sword, his lips were tracing a moistened way along my navel. 

He pulled the hem of my panties up and looked at my eyes once again, asking for confirmation. He leaned up, and pressed a demanding kiss on my lips. I bit his bottom lip and giggled. 

He freed himself from the grasp of my teeth, and his lips trailed down my body once again until he spread my legs open, and positioned his head in between them. He pulled my panties down slowly, his eyes fixed on my most intimate part, I felt a heated blush creep up my face. 

“Beautiful,” he muttered, and his hot breath down there made a scorching shiver run down my spine. 

“What are you doing over there? Come back,” I asked nervously; his lips were too close to my lady parts. 

He didn’t listen to me, and I was happy about that because I didn’t know that something, that a kiss, could feel so good! I melted into his kiss, burning, leaking, moaning, and losing myself completely, until hot desire became my blood, causing strangled noises of ecstasy to leave my parted lips. 

He licked the sensitive button in between my folds before his tongue reached my slit. He lapped his way back up, his hands had a possessive grasp on my hips as if he wanted my body to understand that I was his. 

My body knew it well, it hasn’t ever belonged to anyone else, not like this, the other times were just… boring, rushed, uncomfortable. But this man, he just took ownership of my skin with his lips and touches, making every hair across my body become a tiny flame, making every nerve inside me a pulsing firework about to explode, and my blood became liquid lava. 

When he gritted his teeth right on point, it was my undoing. I almost tried to pull away, surprised by the intense pleasure that washed over all parts of my body and made my toes curl. I moaned loudly and twined my fingers in his golden-brown hair, not knowing how to react or even how to breathe through this earth-shattering sensation. I felt like my body would fragment into pieces.

“Egan…” I breathed a scream. 

Hell, my ex was doing everything wrong! How could I live for 22 years without this fiery explosion! It was insane! 

He traced my cheek with his fingers slowly, bringing me back from my haze. My mind was lost in pleasure-apocalypse. Yeah, my world was shattered in pieces and put together again, rearranged in a better and clearer way. 

Soon his body was covering mine again and I felt him in. 

He cupped my face with his big hands gently and before I could snap off this state of bliss, he pumped his tongue into my mouth and I could taste myself in his mouth. 

I could taste us. 

“Are you alright, Little Ruby?” 

I nodded frantically, without opening my eyes. They were lost after rolling inside my head. 

His hand parted my lower lips. Good, I already missed feeling him down there. 

He slid two fingers into me. I could feel my insides clenching around it. He replaced his fingers with something bigger. Even though it was barely inside, it stretched my entrance a little. 

It hurt good. So good! 

“So tight,” he groaned, “Wait! Alma, are you a virgin?” he asked, reluctantly, looking intently at my face. His eyes were wide with worry, and lines were creasing on his smooth forehead. 

He was even trembling a little as if controlling himself was hard, too hard. Very, very hard. 

I threw my head back and laughed, “no, are you?”

I was far from experienced, but technically I wasn’t a virgin. If he were real, he would be so disappointed at my lack of skills. 

He was about to move away when I jerked my hips up fast and pushed his sword all the way in. I winced in pain; it did hurt a lot! I was split open by the weapon he carried in between his legs. 

He cupped my face and kept me in place, “Little Ruby, you shouldn’t have done it this way,” he cooed me, moving slowly.

I figured it! He was right, but it was just a dream, so it didn’t matter, right? 

He kept still and looked intently at me, looking for a sign. I nodded and chuckled, and he started moving with a deep groan as he muttered something underneath his breath. It was in a foreign language, one that sounded very unfamiliar. 

“Are you Russian?” I asked, furrowing my curious brows.

“What?” He questioned, confused, “no, Little Ruby. I’m not,” he replied, taking my lips with his in a slower kiss this time, his lips distracting me from the stretching pain. 

He kissed my lips gently for a while, and caressed my insides with his member, touching sensitive spots that I didn’t even know existed. Who would say that s*x could feel this good?  

His lips wandered to my neck, he sucked my skin and grazed his teeth on it, making it warm, burning goo. 

Before I could even notice, the pain was totally replaced by a searing, piercing pleasure, and I got lost in his arms, burning even hotter and more intense than before. 

I’ve never felt so full, so complete. 

With each deep thrust, small fireworks covered my vision. I would fall if I wasn’t laying and tightly wrapped in his arms. 

It was so good, too good. It was too much! 

I started to wonder if I was doing it right, I knew that it was probably not real. But still. I rocked my hips against his, making circular motions as if we were on the dance floor. I moved feely, deliciously, enchanted by the electric rhythm of us. 

“Dance for me, my Little Ruby,” he groaned before his precise movements became somewhat sloppy. He stopped his pumps for a moment and pressed a hard kiss on my lips.

“You feel so good, Alma,” he almost rumbled, his warm chest vibrating. 

His hand reached down between our bodies, and he caressed the hot spot above my opening skillfully, resuming his thrusts. 

I felt a hot knot thigh inside my womb, and my muscles grew tense, a strong and almost foreign sensation building up fast. The fireworks covered my vision again. I kept on dancing with him, for him. We were at a party! 

Soon, the knot in my guts loosened and the fireworks exploded overtaking my vision and even my breath. I burned and exploded with them. The ecstasy was so intense that it almost hurt. I felt him release his hot pleasure into me, filling me with a delicious tingling sensation. 

***I closed my eyes in exhaustion. Egan flipped us to lay on our sides and tugged me into his embrace. Our bodies were still united, and I didn’t want it any other way. I didn’t want to be only me, for the first time in my life I felt puzzled as if I was a single part of a puzzle incomplete without the matching half. 

“Tell me more about you, Little Ruby,” I heard his deep baritone, but I was too tired to open my eyes, so I only snuggled further into his strong chest. 

Gods, it was the best dream!

This was surely another way to dream about flames. All I wanted to do was to be consumed by this wildfire every single night. 

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