Suddenly, my moans break into a cry of pure, unrestrained bliss as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through me, sending shockwaves through my entire being. I dissolve into the sensation, my body shuddering in delicious spasms, melting into the universe. The pleasure ripples outward, from deep within me to the very tips of my fingers and toes, leaving me breathless, floating in the space between us.
Dracoth’s eyes flare, molten silver swirling with the intensity of his pleasure. His thrusts are relentless, his breath hot and ragged against my ear.
“You are mine,” he growls, his voice dripping with possessive need.
“Yours, forever,” I gasp, meaning it with every fiber of my being. It’s not just the pleasure—it’s the security, the raw intensity, the feeling of being completely open to him in a way I’ve never experienced. The excitement, the unbreakable bond—it’s all a heady cocktail I could never deny again.
My pussy convulses, squeezing around Dracoth’s incredible girth, drawing him onward to his own release. Even as my body still trembles and my skin still tingles, my red dragon continues to use me for his pleasure. His massive length pulls guttural grunts and moans of ecstasy squeezing through my bitten lips.
More heat builds deep inside me and waves over my flushed skin, radiating from every pore from my savage molten lover. It’s like my whole body is on fire, filling me with the warmth I’ve craved my entire life. Finally, it’s mine, almost like the dreams of Arawnoth, only this is real. So, fucking real, my heart feels like it might burst.
I throw my head back, gasping for breath as his grunts grow more frantic, his pace increasing, a relentless rhythm that consumes me.
Laughter bubbles up from deep within me, wild and throaty, as I feel the sky itself ignite with the fury of our passion.
“Give me every drop, Dracoth,” I gasp, my eyes locking onto his, needing—wanting—him to claim me fully, to fill me with his steamy seed.
My breath hitches, seeing his face contort into primal savagery, lost in his frantic lust. Then his hands dig painfully into my ass as his hips erupt into a feverish, brutal hammering rhythm. Groans squeeze through my tight lips as my headseeks respite against his scorching chest. There is no mercy, no hesitation—only his relentless need, only his massive cock demanding more and more.
And then, I scream—another shuddering orgasm tearing through me, leaving me trembling and gasping for air. It only fuels his desire. Dracoth’s roar fills the air, more fearsome than any beast lurking in the forest, as he finally reaches his own release.
Streams of his molten heat pump deeply into me, filling me completely as I moan, savoring every ripple of ecstasy that crashes through me. His body twitches, his frenzied pace slowing as his breathy grunts taper off.
I stroke his face, feeling his strong heart beating against my chest, and in this moment, I feel closer to him than I ever thought possible—utterly satisfied, utterly connected.
“You did it, my red dragon,” I giggle, blissfully exhausted, the sound light and full of joy as I revel in his warmth. His massive hand brushes through my hair with surprising tenderness, a contrast to the savage intensity just moments before.
“It was your fury that released me,” he growls softly, his voice still rough, but now tinged with something raw, something vulnerable. “But I never imagined the pleasure...” his words trail off, and a smile curls my lips.
“No force in this world—or the next—will break what we are.”
Who knew bringing the War Chieftain to his knees would feel this good?
Chapter 45
Alexandra
Aftermath
Dracothtakesmefrombehind, his powerful frame slamming into me with a raw, primal force that makes my breath catch. The deep, guttural grunts he lets out—like wild music to my ears. The sheer power I can pull from him, this unstoppable force of nature, makes my entire body hum with satisfaction. But the best part is the connection—this sense of belonging—I’ve craved for so long.
Another intense pulse of pleasure rolls through me, waves of euphoria radiating from deep within, spreading warmth through every fiber of my being. My throat is raw and parched with the screams of ecstasy his massive cock rips from me, one after another.
I collapse forward onto the soft orange moss, panting heavily, limbs trembling, my lady bits throbbing and aching with delight. Never has a man kept up with me before, and never have I been so utterly consumed.
Glancing back over my shoulder, I see Dracoth, smiling down at me with a tenderness that seems out of place on his brutal features. He’s calm, not even breathing heavily, his immense, muscular body untouched by the effort, red skin gleaming under the purple moonlight.
Fucking hell, looks like he could go all night.
“I think you’ve broken me,” I manage, my voice muffled by the moss beneath me, floating in a haze of bliss, feeling like I’m melting into the universe itself. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“Never,” he growls, but there’s an unusual softness to his voice. His fingers brush lightly down the back of my legs, tracing a slow, heated path to my calves. “The sight of your naked perfection lying beneath the moonlight... I will treasure it always.”
“Aww, that’s—ah!” Before I can finish, his enormous hands pluck me from the ground with monstrous ease. He pulls me against his chest, his warmth wrapping around me, and I sink into him with a satisfied moan, feeling the heat of his body, the strength in his arms.
Dracoth traces little kisses along my neck and shoulders, sending delightful tingles fluttering over my skin. He holds me tight in his powerful arms, encasing me in his love like he’ll never let go.
I feel safe. I feel wanted. I needed this. By Arawnoth, I neededhim. It’s crazy how I got here—abandoned by my family, kidnapped, and held a prisoner, Dracoth being a massive jerk... And then there was Kazumi. My chest tightens. Fuck... poor Kazumi. And Carmen...
