Chapter Twenty #2
A little voice inside my head warns me that it might be a regret for her, not a sweet memory. After all, aren’t many of my own memories turning to shame, the lust tainted with bitterness and longing more than sweetness?
What if she loves her king and hates herself for getting swept away in this moment, when she’s vulnerable and alone in a foreign place?
My mouth stops at her silk panties, and I look up the length of her body. My hand slides further, touching her heat through the silk, watching her face, listening to her rapid breathing, reading her cues to see what she likes.
“Please,” she begs, lifting her hips shamelessly.
Who am I do deny her?
I slide her silk panties down her strong thighs, bearing the treasure between.
Her flesh is swollen and glistening like rubies, inflamed with her heat.
The scent of her ripe sex makes my head spin, all thoughts cloaked in a fog of human lust and my dragon’s instinctual frenzy to mate with a female in heat, to breed her full of my powerful seed.
I grab her thighs and squeeze, steadying myself.
Spreading her knees wide, I lean in, letting my tongue slide through her soaked slit, tasting her scalding heat, her burnt-sugar sweetness.
Her hips try to lift but I pin her down.
My dragon roars to come out, and I let him have my tongue, lengthening it into a forked serpentine shape before plunging it deep inside her.
She shrieks so loud True must hear us—unless her chamber is soundproof.
There’s no point is trying to keep her quiet now.
I spread her open and take her, sucking and licking, fucking her to her depths with my forked tongue, drinking her arousal like the sweetest nectar.
I’m so hard I can’t stop the loud groans that rip from me as I feast on her hot, swollen cunt.
She screams and bucks under me, arching her back, her heels driving into the bed, her hands fisting in my hair as she grinds against my face. I latch onto her clit, sucking it with my lips while I extend my tongue down through her slit and plunge it deep inside her again.
“Too much,” she cries, and I circle my dragon tongue against her walls as her muscles grip my tongue. Wordless shrieks tear from her, and her hips pump up and down, riding my tongue while my lips nurse on her stiff clit, sucking out every drop of her release.
My dragon roars to break free, and my cock throbs so hard it’s painful. I drive it into the mattress to keep from raising up and burying it to the hilt in Vynessa’s slick, pulsing pussy. Relief trembles through me as warm liquid shoots through my cock while she continues to cry out again and again.
“Pax! For the love of the last unicorn, Pax, fuck me,” she chants, her walls clenching and throbbing around my long tongue that’s still buried so deep I can taste her cervix.
When I’ve spurted out all the come I possess, I feel a following rush of cool water erupt from my cock, soaking her bed, as my orgasm continues through me in waves along with hers.
Finally she flops back, limp and panting, sweat beading on her golden skin.
Fuck I wish I could have felt that orgasm squeeze around my shaft, that I could have shot my load deep inside her, filling her belly with my seed until it swelled round.
Too soon, she clutches at me, squeezing me to her.
I lay lingering kisses on her scalding sex, then up her swollen mound, her stomach, while she lies there catching her breath.
“Wow,” she breathes. “So that’s what I’ve been missing out on.”
I can’t help but laugh. “That was just a preview,” I say, smiling down at her. I kiss her nose, those freckles that scatter her skin like constellations.
“If that was just a preview, I don’t know if I can handle the full treatment,” she says, pushing at my chest until I roll over beside her.
“You can,” I say seriously. “Just take it slow, at your own pace. With whoever you’re with.”
A frown crosses her pretty face. “Who else would I be with?”
“Vynessa…you’re a princess. Princesses are mated with princes, not guards.”
“No one gets to tell me who to love,” she says, her eyes burning.
“Then tell me,” I say, unable to stop myself. “Tell me how you feel.”
“When I’m queen, I can make my own rules,” she says, a familiar edge of defiance in her voice.
The ache in my chest returns like I’ve been punched in the sternum.
She didn’t tell me she loved me. I can’t burden her with my feelings until she feels the same way, and I know she’s still confused by finding out about herself…
And about my lifetime of betrayal. When she’s ready to love me, it will be too late.
I’ve always known this moment would come, I just didn’t know it would break me this way.
“You can,” I say, standing and straightening my tunic. “But until then, there are rules against this.”
She sits up, naked, gasping, and reaching for me, and a flare of hope ignites in my chest like phoenix fire. But she lets her hands drop, knotting them in her lap, and looks down at her entwined fingers. “I just…”
“It’s okay,” I say. “You don’t have to explain.
” I edge towards the door, wanting to bolt through it and never stop running, not until I reach the village where we grew up and find her still there, as she was a year ago.
But even a wind dragon can’t fly fast enough to reverse time, and I’m a sea dragon.
“Pax,” she says. “Please stay with me.”
“I can’t,” I say, backing to the door. “You’ll be needed soon for royal business, something I can’t help you with. You’ll need your ladies to help you dress and your royal tutor to fill you in on everything. I’m just your guard, Princess Vynessa. We have to remember that.”