MARRIED TO THE DRAGON LORD

CHP 13

______CHAPTER THIRTEEN_____

Dracul pov.

My breath came in quick pants as I swept through the hall towards my office.

What did I just do?

My head was spinning, and my mind was racing. My heart pounding in my chest like a drum, banging against my ribcage until it was all I could feel, all I could hear.

I’d kissed her. More than that, I’d wanted to mate her. If she hadn’t said my name, who knows what I might have done. I might have gone all the way if she was willing.

I might have let my Azon take over and ruin every carefully laid plan that I had so far. It wasn’t worth it. One girl wasn’t worth running everything. I had to keep my head on straight.

I stumbled into my office, slamming the door behind myself and locking it. I ran my hands through my hair, taking a few breaths. Everything was hazy and I could barely think through the dog of desire that has descended into me.

It was madness, absolute madness. I couldn’t lose my head now.

Why her. What fucking makes her so special?

I had plenty of women in my court, plenty of servants living under my roof. They all obey me and flattered me. They were pleasing on the eye and magnificently obedient.

So why did Samantha, this disobedient wilful Princess, spark so much with me?

I couldn’t remember the last time I had let my emotions get the best of me. I didn’t get angry; I made a point. If I was angry, I acted swiftly and harshly, as I did with Zane.

So why did she do this to me? Why did she build up such anger, such passion inside of me? The kind that begged to be released in a tidal wave; the kind that felt unstoppably strong.

I didn’t know. And I always knew. I was the master of myself, my mind, and my body. One didn’t live this long and rule so successfully without being in control of yourself.

And I was. At least, I had always thought that I was.

Now, I was starting to doubt.

I slumped back in my chair, taking a few deep breaths. It was insane. This woman was supposed to be here to serve a purpose that was all.

I had a kingdom to save, to run. I didn’t have time to get distracted by some woman, whether she’s a princess or not.

So why did I keep thinking of how she felt beneath my hands? Why did I keep thinking of her lips on mine and the sweet, sultry sounds of her moans?

“Stop it” I muttered shaking my head.

I could barely feel the heat rising between my thighs. I could feel the need for a wet pussy, the desire, starting to tug at my mind, demanding my attention. I didn’t have the time for that.

I didn’t have the time or inclination to want anyone, let alone some girl I just met.

And yet I couldn’t forget the way she had looked at me, with those beautiful big eyes. I couldn’t forget how she stood up to me when she had every right to be scared.

She had been scared. Terrified. But she hadn’t let it stop her. I could smell her fear, but there was something else there. Bravery. I thought that all human heroes were long dead.

I couldn’t remember the last time I sensed bravery like that. The bravery is old. The bravery of heroes

 I didn’t know if that makes me right, or crazy, in bringing her here.

I should my head, “Damn it, Dracul. Keep it together.”

The need wouldn’t ease, the arousal in my chest was sparkling through my body every damn time I thought about her. She was so beautifully built. The fire in her eyes was strong, despite the petite, dancer’s body.

Light, she had been so light beneath my hands. So fragile, yet so strong.

I shuddered and lean back, closing my eyes, to focus on my work.

But all I could see was her body pressed against mine, her hair on my hands, so skinny and so soft and tasted so sweet.

She had tasted so sweet, so perfect. She was so beautiful, so supple in my hands.

I wondered what her naked skin will be on my hand and also beneath me. I imagined myself running my hands over her skin, brushing her pale expanse with my fingertips, watching her gasp and writhe with every breath she took.

Without conscious thought, I undid the buckle of my belt and pulled my pants away enough to slide my hand beneath the fabric.

I groaned quietly; my eyes still shut. I could remember the last time I had done this, I had no time for all this, not really.

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And yet, I couldn’t help it, The thought her absolutely infuriating. It made my blood boil and my heart race, and somehow, I needed to do this, needed it with more passion than I had felt in hundred years.

Samantha.

I imagined my hands on her skin, how her breast would feel in my hands soft and supple, firm and perky. She had lovely breasts, her bodice accentuated them beautifully, showing off her thin waist, and lovely curve that she had.

She was beautiful. And she would look more beautiful without her clothes. She would look more beautiful with my lips on her skin, marking her, claiming her.

I wanted to suck her skin until it blossomed a gentle red, a mark that she had been with me. I wanted to make her moan in pleasure, wanted to feel the aching, thrumming heat of her body beneath mine.

I wanted her breathless and shuddering. I wanted to hear my name roll off her tongue, repeatedly until it was all I could hear. I wanted my name to be the only thing she could think of.

I groaned as I stroked myself, slowly at first, but gaining more speed the more I thought about her.

Being a dragon was a lonely life, but we had each other. I was used to the lady on my court, but I had never felt a fire like this, never felt pleasure and passion that build up like this, so unbidden and overwhelmingly hot.

And yet, here I was. With a human, of all race, aching so badly for her.

I wanted to know how her hand will feel on my skin, pulling away from my clothes, sliding between my thighs.

Her lips would feel incredible across my skin. I imagined her taking me, her mouth parting and her eyes wide as she suck and licked my skin, feeling me deeper, those sweet moans leaving her mouth, her breast bouncing.

I shuddered, feeling the climax rise inside of me, I wanted her on top of me. I wanted to hear her call my name as she slid down, and I filled her until she moaned in extraordinary pleasure.

I wanted to make her forget her name. I wanted to be the first and last person to make her cry out with pleasure. I didn’t want anyone to touch her the way I wanted to touch her.

Possessive fire rose inside of me and I groaned as I climax the image of Samantha in my mind as my pleasure rose up, spilling over and leaving me panting and gassing.

My head slammed back against the leather of my chair and I moaned softly.

I shuddered, feeling pleasure like I had never before. And she hadn’t even touched me. Just thought of her had been enough, just the idea.

Panting, I sagged back, my eyes still shut. I felt spent, satisfied, and yet horribly empty. I wanted more than the thought of her. I wanted her body against mine. I wanted every part of her, I wanted her as I had never wanted anyone else in my life.

She was just some human. Some human that I had just met, some girl that I have only seen today, but one argument with her, and my head was spinning.

One kiss and I was acting like I had been lusting after for centuries. I was like a lovesick teenager, and I didn’t know how to feel about it.

My whole was flushed, and I felt sticky and exhausted. I wanted to rest, to relax but life didn’t offer me the life of luxury. I had plans to make.

And I couldn’t let everything be ruined by my own lustful thought, my own unchecked passion. Daydreaming in my office would have to be enough for now.

Maybe forever. I signed and leaned back.

I will rest for a minute-

There was a knock on the door.

My eyes flee open. 

T. B. C