Chapter 84: I Love You
Gwen’s POV
It starts as a slow burn.
A hot heat just beneath my skin, crawling over my arms, sliding down my spine, pooling low in my stomach. At first, I ignored it, tell myself it’s nothing. But then it spreads, hotter, sharper, licking through my veins like liquid fire.
I gasp.
My fingers clutch at the silk sheets, my legs twisting as my body trembles violently. A strangled whimper escapes my throat, my vision fading as I try to fight the sensation, but it’s useless. The heat is suffocating. It’s everywhere.
It’s…
"Drogon!" My voice cracks as I call out for him. Beg for him. I don’t know what else to do.
My mind is hazy, clouded by a burning need I don’t understand. All I know is that I need him, I need him so badly.
A second later, he’s there.
Golden eyes,red in their normal state but golden whenever he is near me and when I call out to him. His closeness alone makes the fire grow more inside me.
My skin prickling, my body aching for something I don't understand. His gaze dips, to my wide open legs.
"Little one…" His voice is deep, rough. He’s at my side before I can even blink, his large hands curl around my waist, dragging me to him.
“ You called for me?” He growled out. His voice filled with hunger, making the fire worse. His gaze held me captive.
I shudder from spasm forcing me to arch up. My fingers grips the sheets, my breath catching as the ache becomes unbearable.
Help me. I pleaded with my eyes. I don’t say it. I don’t have to.
Because he already knows.
His eyes darken, molten gold shifting, deepeninh. A flicker of hunger flashes across his face,very raw and almost consuming.
“Drogon…” My voice is weak, trembling, desperate. ” Please quench this flame.” I cried out.”
He doesn’t move right away. Just watch me. Like he’s waiting. Like he’s fighting himself. I wanted to tell him, there was no time for that.
Then, finally, he bent his head and inhaled deeply. For a moment, I felt an urge to drag his head down. Just where I want his mouth on. He stands up. Leaving me completely empty.
A moment later, a weight dips the bed. His warmth wraps around me once again before he even touches me. Strong hands, rough from battles long before my time, smooth over my body, tracing over my burning skin, and still calming nothing.
If anything, it makes it worse. My body reacts instantly, arching toward him, chasing something I don’t understand.
His jaw tightens. His thumb brushes over my cheek, a touch too soft, too careful. Like I might break.
"You always call for me," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, rough and lust filled. "Do you even realize that?"
I do. I do. But, I will never admit that. All this madness started when I came here. These spasms and the burning sensations began with him.
It’s always been him.Even before I knew his name. Before I understood this… this thing inside me. Of course I still don't understand.
Yet I always call for him. And he always comes. Just like he is now, gazing intensely at me. Waiting for a response from me.
I don’t answer him. I can’t. Not when his hands move lower, fingers tracing a slow path down my body, his touch both soothing and agonizing. It makes the heat unbearable, pooling deep, pulsing between my thighs.
I whimper, pressing closer, my body chasing the relief I know only he can give me.
His breath hitches. His forehead rests against mine for a second, just a second, before he pulls back, his golden-red eyes searching mine.
“You don’t even know what you’re asking for,” he murmurs, voice rough, strained.
I do. And mother earth help me, it felt so right with him. Everything does.
I might not understand why this is happening to me, but I know he can stop it. I know that when he touches me, I feel whole again.
“Drogon, please…” My fingers clutch at him, dragging him closer, forcing him to feel the way my body trembles, the way the heat threatens to consume me from the inside out.
His control snaps.
“ Damnation!” He swore. Lifting my hips up. Exposing me completely to him. “ Your honey pot has been calling to me.” He takes one slow lick.
And Hades, was it delicious. Too good to be real. “ Drogon… I-I need…” I stop midway. How do I tell him that I need more? How will I face myself after this? Face Anastasia?
Another crazy spasm passed through me that almost drove me off the bed and I knew immediately, I didn't care anymore. If he didn't do something soon, I might actually die.
“ You need what, spitball?” He asked as he paused. His fingers tracing slow circles around my cunt.
“ You. Help me. It hurts,” I cried out. Tears spilled down my face.
“ Use words, spitball. Not your tears. I don't like seeing you cry.” He murmured softly as he wiped off the tears.
“ My stomach hurts,” I sniffed. He nods at me.
“ Come here. Let me take care of that.” That was all the warning I got before he sank one of his fingers into my core.
“ Ahh… that feels so good. More!”
“ Greedy, witch. You have always been this way.” I don't register his words as I feel two extra fingers filling me up.
“ Hmmm… mother earth!”
“ My name, witch. It's me pleasuring you. No one but me.” he growled out. Increasing his pace. For the first time in my life, I questioned every decision I have ever made.
“ Concentrate on me, spitball. No one else.” He calls out to me. Pulling me out of my guilt.
His tongue dives into my pussy along with his fingers. He drank everything that came out of me, as though he couldn't have enough.
“ Your taste. It's perfection and damnation.” He circles around my clit. Giving it a gentle nip.
“ Ahhh… t-that's too much,” I cried, holding closer to my pussy.
“ It's alright. You can take it. You have always liked it rough.”
“ No, I don't.” He shoved his hands to prove his point and instead of pulling away, I leaned in more. My body, craving more.
“ Drogon, more…” I cried out.
“ See, I told you.” his voice vibrates, sending shivers through me. With a knowing smile, Drogon drove his tongue and his fingers into me and my eyes saw stars.
My vision blurred. “ Drogon, I-I am coming,” I screamed out holding him to me.
My body convulsed as spasm after spams wrapped me in a hug. Not once did he stop. “ I always liked how you screamed.” He said as he got in bed with me and wrapped me in a hug.
“ Thank you,” I whispered before sleep took me.
“ I love you Arabelle.”
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