Chapter 29 #2
Her nails tore in my back making me snap up, the pressure was so much that one of my knees gave out.
I took her off the bench and in a split second she was on her back on the ground as I continued pounding into her like a beast. My fingers clenched her hips while the slide of my cock rocked with her pleasure.
I forced myself even deeper, and Gwendolyn gasped.
She had no time to recover. My inner dragon was uncontrollable right now, I needed to mark her somehow, so that everyone including her other mates knew that she is bound to me and mine. Only mine.
I couldn’t stop, although I probably went a little bit too hard on her, my nails dug into the backs of her thighs. I almost blacked out; the pressure was so much. But I needed to claim her as mine more than ever. I lifted her up, our bodies still pressed together, and carried her back to bed again.
Silver lines began pouring from my hands.
I normally never tried to take advantage of my poisonous threads, but as she was my mate, I knew they wouldn’t harm her and I could make them adjustable for something entirely different.
For her, I would use every one of my powers, even if it was only to pleasure her delectable body.
The silver streaks swirled around her hands, lifting them to the middle of the headboard.
“If it is too much, say it.”
Then I threaded the silver streaks around her breasts, squeezing them tightly, and the moan escaping her delicious lips went straight to my cock.
I let them glide further down her core and pushed the silver streak against the middle of her sweet clit, her body trembling.
I pulled the streak up and down along her clit, like I was her puppet master, and she was my doll.
With my power, I turned her around, only the silver lines touching her naked skin, and pulled the string over her perfect ass. She arched her back, the silver thread pressing into her tight hole. My fingers trailed along her ass and then I slowly pressed one finger inside, making her scream.
“Oh my god Damien, what are you doing?” She sounded so shocked, like it was profane what I was doing to her cute little ass.
“I haven’t claimed this part of you yet.”
“I never have… I mean—” I couldn’t believe that Xavier hadn’t taken her beautiful ass yet. I trailed my fingers over her hips and massaged her coccyx to help her body relax.
“God, Damien, the pressure is way too much. I can’t anymore.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
“No.” I smirked at her quick response, pressing kisses against her face.
Then I added another finger, making her scream a little, and I used the streaks to lift her hips up, pulling on both sides of her feet to widen her legs.
I felt every single emotion through our connection.
The way she felt so exposed, her beautiful eyes screwed shut, and how she was pent up from all of what we had shared before.
Just relax and let me make you feel good, darling.
I moved the streaks around her head, forcing her to look at me, while one of my hands caressed over her clit and the other was still occupied with her back side.
“Are you okay, my love?”
She nodded and I kissed her slowly, while carefully stretching her with a third finger, a garbled moan coming out of her mouth.
Her whole body trembled in response, and it nearly was enough to make me come all over her cheeks.
“It’s going to feel better soon, promise,” I whispered in her ear, ravishing her mouth again, and caressing my fingers along her back.
I took my fingers out and replaced them with my tongue.
I thrusted deep and slow, making her adjust to the feeling.
My cock thickened as I kept rimming my tongue into her back hole.
My thrusts were slow and deep as I didn’t want to overwhelm her at first, her tight hole needed to get used to the movements of my tongue.
“You’re so perfect, my little rose. You are doing well,” I praised her, pressing soft kisses against her back and hips.
I ran my fingers through her perfect hair and gripped her head back to me. Her sweet lips parted, her eyes full of trust and desire.
“Are you okay?” I murmured, brushing my thumb along her cheekbone.
“Yes,” she whispered, breathing shallowly.
“I’m going to take you now…” I voiced, brushing my fingers over her back entrance, her body arching instinctively toward the mattress, toward me. My hands held her body in place, and I moved slowly now, worshipfully, because every shiver from her body was a prayer I aimed to learn by heart.
She gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets as I thrusted even deeper into her than the time before, my cock filling out every inch of her tight hole.
My grip on her hips tightened, steadying the storm inside me, the one that threatened to consume us.
As she moaned into the pillow, her back arching with each thrust, it almost made me come right there.
But I wanted to stretch her more, to own her and feel her body.
Every sound she made was addictive to my ears. The way our bodies moved in sync with each other like they knew exactly how to be played.
I leaned over her, my chest brushing her back, as my hands slid up her arms, lacing our fingers together above her head with the aim to ground her.
She trembled beneath me, not in fear, but from the weight of everything.
I held her as we came undone together, burying my face in her neck, breathing her in like she was the only air I needed to survive.
Her fingers brushed gently over the scar above my eye.
So soft, almost like she was afraid to touch it.
My breath caught as I felt the heat of her tears against my skin.
“Are you okay?” I asked, quieter this time, almost afraid of the answer. “Please tell me these are tears of pleasure,” I murmured, my thumb brushing across her cheek to catch a falling drop, each one more sacred than all the water in the Ancient Springs.
Gwendolyn didn’t speak at first. She just leaned into my palm, like she needed the weight of it to anchor her—and in that moment, I knew what we had just shared wasn’t only physical. It wasn’t just lust. It was something close to sacred.
I gathered her gently in my arms and carried her into the shower, settling her onto the smooth stone bench built into the back wall. The shower itself was a glass-walled sanctuary, spacious enough to accommodate even my dragon form. Not that I’d ever dare to test that theory.
Steam rose around us as I turned on the water, the warm spray cascading over her bruised skin.
I reached for the shampoo and began massaging it into her scalp with slow, deliberate care.
Her eyes fluttered closed as I worked my fingers through her hair, rinsing the lather out under the gentle stream.
And then her fingers slipped down my stomach, featherlight at first, before sliding lower, wrapping around my cock with a boldness that made my breath hitch.
I growled low in my throat, not in warning, but in pure, primal need.
“You’re insatiable,” I murmured, tilting her chin up with a damp hand. “You’ve been driving me mad from the moment I laid eyes on you.” I leaned closer, brushing my lips against hers, voice roughened by desire. “Did I not fuck you hard enough?”
“It’s never enough, I’ll always want more,” she responded shyly to me. “Is this the mating bond?”
I grinned at her words, gripping her chin and crashing my lips against hers, forcing my tongue in. We gazed into each other’s eyes for a long moment until she pressed closer to me, stroking my chest.
“Yes, let’s hope it is, otherwise neither my brother nor Xavier will ever see you again.
” I smirked. Our lips moved hungrily against each other and Gwendolyn hooked her legs around my torso.
I traced my fingers along her thighs, a shudder leaving her body and then the tip of my cock was already at her clit again, teasing her folds.
My inner dragon just couldn’t stop claiming her as his, he was just as obsessed with her as I was.
But she needed rest, so I turned on the water and let it cascade over us.
Water was my element. I could soak in it for hours.
“Stop pressing yourself on my cock, baby. You need rest,” I told her and stroked through her hair.
“You are the one that couldn’t keep his hands off me last night,” she responded in a snappish tone, looking away from me.
Two could play that game, but I wasn’t patient enough for this. I gripped her face, turning it back to me and kissed her, slow and intense. If she wanted to be this naughty, I wouldn’t be gentle. I slammed my cock inside her, making her gasp.
“That’s what you wanted right?”
She nodded and closed her eyes while her body started rocking against mine. My thrusts were slow but deep, begging to feel every inch of her.
Her hands gripped my ass, causing me to flinch with the electricity of her touch. I was so responsive to her touches it was like my body had waited a lifetime to finally feel her against my skin.
“More,” she whispered into my neck.
I started plunging into her harder, trying to reach a speed where she almost started shaking on top of me.
We both came at the same time, and I felt her exhaustion, her body heavy in my arms
“Uhhh, love. Did I make you tired?” She looked at me, her brown eyes piecing mine with the love and desire I never thought I would get.
She kissed me gently, I felt her breath becoming calmer already.
Gwendolyn’s body relaxed against my chest, and I started shampooing her hair, rinsing the water from our bodies.
I began massaging her inner thighs which felt tense after our hours of lovemaking last night.
And today. Holy shit, I had more sex with her the last two days then the last fifty years.
My stamina was basically endless when it came to Gwendolyn, I wouldn’t stop until I physically couldn’t fuck her anymore, and even in that case, I’d still have fingers, lips and my silver threads to bring her pleasure.
After the shower, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to bed, pressing her soft body against mine. Because too long I tried to be someone else, and now that I met her, I knew I was finally able to be myself.