Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
All of a sudden, her head shoots forward and her eyes plead with me. “Don’t Drago, please.” I’m caught off guard. I instantly still inside her.
“What happened my treasure?” I’m careful with my words although my blood is scorching and my need barely contained. “What did I do? I won’t do it again.”
Tears well in her eyes and she swallows thickly. “I’m sorry Drago. Please don’t punish me like this again.”
Relief is instant as it hits me. She’s terrified I’ll deny her again. That’s what she doesn’t want me to do. With a smirk barely hidden, I kiss her and silence her pleas. I slip my hand from her heat and quickly shove my pants down to get my length lined up. As soon as I’m there I grab her hip to keep her steady and thrust into her heat. It’s a merciless single stroke. My mouth stays on hers, trapping her strangled cry. I pull out slowly and fuck back into her.
As my pace picks up, her nails dig into my shoulders and it’s then I give her all of me.
“I’ll punish you later treasure; right now, I need you.”
As a reward, she moans my name.
I leave open-mouthed kisses down her throat and run my teeth along her collar bone. She shudders under me and pushes her heels into my ass as I keep my steady rhythm.
She goes off beneath me, crying out my name once again as her tight walls pulse around my dick. Pushing her dress farther up, my hand moves to her clit and rubs along the sides of the throbbing nub. I want another one. I need her overwhelmed with pleasure. I rut into her as she trembles with her orgasm, riding through it as my own pleasure rises. She finally gasps for air and her hands fly to my jaw. She kisses me like she needs my lips on hers in order to breathe. My hand wraps around her neck as I keep fucking into her and kissing her with the same desperation.
I pull back as I feel her pussy tense up again. She bites her lip as she keeps her eyes on mine. I stare into her hazel eyes as I pound into her pussy—once, twice, three more times until we both find our release in unison. I catch her moans with my kiss and hold her tight to me until both of our orgasms have passed. Even then I hold her in my arms and just enjoy the feel of her against me.
After a moment she rests her head, still catching her breath, on my shoulder and kisses my neck. She wraps her arms around my back and settles against my chest. It warms my heart. I lift her up and cradle her body to take her to bed. I look down at my little treasure and she gives me a small, sweet smile and runs her hand along my chin.
She may not believe that I love her.
But I know she loves me.
KARA
His scent surrounds me as does his warmth. I’ve never felt so comfortable, so relaxed, so very much like I’m in the one place I’m meant to be. So safe…so cherished. I nuzzle into Drago’s chest as he settles us into bed.
Part of me doesn’t trust it. I think about fighting him. About keeping up my walls, but it’s so damn exhausting. I want to be free with him and have this feeling forever. I’ve never felt more me than when I’m with him. I don’t know whether I’ll ever truly believe that he loves me. It’s possible I’ll always question that he only wants me for the possibility of having dragonlings. Is that so bad though? If I’m happy? Can’t I just pretend that I believe him? I want to so badly. I want to believe that this pull I have deep inside my chest to be close to him and to open myself up to him is felt by him too. With the nagging thoughts refusing to give me peace, I peer up through my thick lashes and find him staring at me.
“Treasure.” He leans down to kiss me and takes my jaw in his hand. Hearing that name on his lips sounding like devotion breaks my last wall. I crumble beneath his touch. He nips my bottom lip and then suckles it. I smile as he pulls away from me. He keeps his hand on my chin and then rests his forehead on mine with his eyes closed.
His deep masculine voice is only a murmur as he commands, “Tell me you believe me, Kara.”
“That I believe what?” I ask although I’m all too aware.
“That you believe I love you.”
Before I can answer him, a commotion comes from somewhere in the castle: a deadly scream and one filled with terror. A chill runs through my body as the two of us jump from where we are, both of us staring at the door as if it would tell us what happened just now.