His hands slam against me, pushing me back against a tree with a force that takes my breath away. The rough bark digs into my back, but I barely notice. He’s like a beast, devouring me whole with every stroke—his fingers flicking over the nape of myneck, trailing down my spine, squeezing my ass, brushing the sensitive skin at the back of my thighs.
His other hand greedily claims my breasts, and the warmth from his hands sends electric jolts through me. Every graze of his rough fingers against my stiff nipples sends heat pooling deep inside, igniting the fire between my legs.
A low moan escapes my lips, and I look up at him, feeling the flush of heat creeping across my cheeks, a mirror to the furnace blazing between my thighs.
Reaching up, I pull at the back of his thick neck, desperate to taste him, wanting every part of him inside me. His crimson eyes bore into mine, molten red meeting my silver. At that moment, the world seems to stop. Everything outside of us fades away.
There’s a question in his gaze, something unspoken, and for a brief moment, I see through the fury—into the storm of emotions he hides. My heart skips as he lowers his head toward me, inching closer.
I close my eyes, unable to bear the intensity of his blazing eyes boring into my soul. My lips part, eager for him to enter me. Then his nose brushes mine, firm and slow. The ticklish sensation causes an involuntary giggle to escape me.
I almost laugh as his nose presses harder, faster. It’s not a mistake—it’s deliberate. Some silly Dracoth move that feels so out of place for my brutal lover.
“Like this,” I whisper, tiptoeing to reach his towering head. Our lips finally meet under the shadow of his massive form, gently smooching and caressing, sending tingles running through my body.
“See?” I murmur, smiling against his lips, eyes beckoning him under my eyelashes.
But there’s nothing soft in him. No hesitation. His lips crash into mine with raw power, rough and demanding. He forces a moan from me as his hands grip my thighs, as if he’ll never letgo. My brutal dragon takes full advantage. His tongue invades my partially opened mouth, filling me with his wild warmth. Our tongues meet in a beautiful caress; we dance, lost in our blazing passion.
I feel the fury in his every movement, the way his teeth graze my skin, devouring me with a hunger that leaves me gasping, his breath hot against my neck as his lips trail down, marking a path of his molten possession over my skin. His fingers dig into my flesh, kneading and squeezing with the raw force only Dracoth possesses—like he’s trying to mold me to fit him, to match the tempest raging inside.
His boiling need is intoxicating, igniting something primal deep inside. I grab at his shoulder, hating that his stupid armor stops me from feeling the warmth I crave.
“Take it off,” I demand, low and throaty.
Dracoth shifts, flicking the latches on his armor as my scorched brand glows molten orange when I summon small barriers, tearing the heavy metal plates from his immense frame.
He grunts as I laugh, enjoying the sight of him as he removes the last pieces of his clothing. My breath catches, taking in the sheer sight of him, all pulsing, thick slabs of chiseled muscles which steam in the chilly night air. It’s like he’s carved from molten rock, a primordial force of nature that shouldn’t exist.
I love it—how fucking big and strong he is, making me feel absurdly tiny in comparison. Especially when I see it—his enormous throbbing cock jutting forward. A declaration of very bad intent. My pulse quickens, sending more molten need pooling deep in my core. It’s brutally thick and veiny with many ridges and contours, tipped with a broad head edged in large pebbling.
“Oh, fuck,” escapes my lips, taking in the sheer size of it, even bigger than my biggest toys.
Dracoth’s eyes flash with something dangerous, something that sends a pulse of electricity through my body. He growls low in his throat, a sound that vibrates through my chest, and his hands grip me tighter, his claws threatening to pierce my skin. His lips curl back into a snarl as he pulls me closer, pressing the hardness of his cock against the top of my breasts.
“Do it,” I whisper, my voice shaky but filled with challenge. “Show me what you’re really made of.”
Suddenly, I gasp as his massive hands dig into my ass, hoisting me up from the ground with savage strength. My breath quickens, feeling his thick member probing the slick molten entrance of my wetness that’s awaiting him to claim me.
He grunts, bucking his hips, forcing my pussy to part for his heavily pebbled tip. A squeal of pain and pleasure erupts from my trembling lip, sending my head crashing into his broad chest for respite.
The walls of my femininity stretch to their limit as he just holds inside me, sending waves of his heat pulsing over my skin and from deep inside my body. His hand shifts, claws scraping over the curves of my arched back, tangling through my long hair with surprising gentleness. Then, with sudden force, he yanks my head back, compelling me to face his blazing molten eyes, like he wants to see what his massive cock is doing to me.
“Your torment unshackled my mind,” He growls, low, deep, and dangerous. “Now, I’ll return your gift,” He sneers, thrusting his brutal hardness deeper into my core. A shudder of exquisite pain and delight ripple through my body as a throaty moan tears from my throat.
“Divine,” he groans in pleasure as his full balls smack noisily against me, filling me entirely.
I cling onto him, clawing at his skin, needing to feel all of him, needing to meet his force with my own. His heat burnsthrough me, makes me wild, reckless. I want him to break me, to consume me completely.
“Fuck me, Dracoth. Make me yours!” I grunt, his iron grip locking me in place to face his snarling intensity—like always, he wants all of me—raw and exposed, under his control.
He drives into me with a punishing rhythm, filling me like never before, pushing me to my limits. Every movement is filled with an intensity that borders on violence, but it’s the kind of violence I crave, the kind that burns with the heat of desire and fury.
His fangs graze the skin of my throat, biting at the brand on my chest that’s glowing with the heat of our bonded desire.
My body coils and coils, growing taut with flushed pleasure with every deep, savage stroke he slams into my molten sex. Even through our bond, I feel his brutal lust reflected as our flames blaze like the fires of creation—blood draped in liquid mercury. It’s too much—I’ve never felt like this, so accepted, so dominated... so loved?
My entire body vibrates, not just from his touch, but from the raw, unfiltered connection that pulses between us. Dracoth’s breath is hot against my skin, his eyes burning into mine, frantic and wild, sending shivers down my spine as the tension builds—spiraling tighter and tighter in my core. I feel myself teetering on the edge, every thrust of his powerful body driving me closer to the release I crave, each breath between us pulling me into a place where nothing exists but him.
