Chapter 96: You are mine now
Gwen's POV
A sharp moan tore from my lips as Drogon’s teeth sank into my flesh. A burning heat spread from the place where his fangs pierced me, flooding my body with something raw, something warm.
It was unlike any pain I had ever known, and yet, it felt right. Like a missing piece of me was being forced back into place.
His grip on me was firm, his claws digging into my hips as if holding me to him. My hands trembled against his chest, my body shaking with conflicting sensations, burning pain and unbearable relief. My vision became blurry, my heart hammering wildly as the bond locked into place.
When he pulled back, his breath was ragged, his golden-red eyes dark with possession. Blood smeared his lips, my blood, and yet the heat inside me didn't lessen. If anything, it got worse. I wanted anything at all inside. My parts ached a lot.
I choked on a whimper, clutching his arms as my legs gave out beneath me. “Drogon… it still hurts…” My voice was barely a whisper, a plea. My eyes begging him.
His expression darken. “ it's because you are resisting the bond,” he growled, his fingers brushing against the fresh mark on my shoulder. A shiver ran through me. “You were meant to be mine. Your body knows it, even if your heart denies it.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, guilt warring with need. “I—” just help me like you always do, I wanted to beg.
A deep, warning growl tumbles from his chest, silencing me. “Don’t speak of her now.” His voice was rough, filled with frustration. “Not when your body is burning for me.” I wasn't thinking of her, I wanted to say.
I should have pulled away. I should have fought harder against this bond. But the truth was, I couldn't. My body was betraying me. My mind was breaking on it's own. And I don't know how I am going to explain things to Anastasia when I returned home to her.
Drogon’s clawed fingers lifts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Let me ease it,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “You’re suffering.”
My lips parted, but no words came. A single tear slipped down my cheek, and his eyes darkened further, something almost like pain flashed in them.
Then, he moved.
Faster than I could react, he had me on my back, the cool stone of the cave beneath me barely registering. His body almost on top of mine, his huge frame caging me in. Every inch of him oozed heat, his presence overwhelming.
His lips traced the fresh mark on my shoulder, sending an unexpected wave of pleasure straight through me. I gasped, my back arching off the ground.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my skin. “Don’t fight it.”
My hands fisted in his long, golden hair, my breaths uneven. “Drogon… I—I don’t know how…”
His tongue lap over the wound, and my thoughts shattered. The heat between my legs vibrating violently, desperate, aching. My thighs squeezed together, but he noticed.
A slow, dangerous smirk curled his lips. “You are mine to pleasure.”
And then he descended.
His mouth trailed lower, past the valley of my breasts, over the curve of my stomach. My muscles trembled beneath his touch. His hands gripped my thighs, parting them with ease, baring me completely to him. A flush of embarrassment burned my cheeks, but before I could protest, he let out a low, approving growl.
“So wet,” he rumbled. His thumb brushed over my entrance, wet with need. “Your body welcomes me, even as you deny it.”
I trembled, my hands digging into the stone beneath me. “Drogon, please…”
He chuckled darkly. “Patience, little witch.”
His head dipped lower, and the moment his tongue met my cunt, everything crumbled. And I wondered why I was resisting him?
A strangled cry escaped my lips, my hands flying to his shoulders, but he didn’t stop. His tongue rolled over my clit and then plunged inside me with a skill that could only come from centuries of experience, alternating between slow, torturous strokes and deep, possessive licks that had me writhing and squirming beneath him.
I had never felt anything like this before. The intensity, the way he controlled my pleasure with such ease, it was terrifying. It was maddening.
My breath came in quick, shallow gasps, my body tightening. “I—I can’t…it's too... Ahhh...Drogon, slow down,” I cried out. It was just too much. I was feeling everything all at the same time.
Drogon growled against me, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure crashing through me. “You can.”
His fingers joined his tongue, slipping inside me, stretching me in ways I had never known. My legs trembled, my release building impossibly fast.
“Give it to me,” he demanded. “Now.”
And I did.
A scream tore from my throat as pleasure consumed me, white-hot and endless. My body convulsed, my nails raking down his back as I crumbled beneath him.
He didn’t stop, didn’t let me come down from the high, he licked me through every last wave of pleasure, his tongue ruthless, his grip firm.
By the time he finally pulled away, I was panting, trembling.
Drogon hovered over me, his lips glistening with my release, his eyes burning with barely restrained hunger. But he didn’t move to claim me.
Instead, he leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear. “Now, little witch,” he whispered, guiding my hand to the hard length straining against him. “It’s your turn.”
I froze, my breath catching.
His hand closed over mine, his grip warm and firm as he pressed my palm against him.
I swallowed, nerves flickering in my chest. “I—I don’t know how.”
Drogon’s smirk was wicked, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Then I will teach you.”
He guided my fingers along his length, showing me the right pressure, the right rhythm. His breath hitched as I followed his lead, his muscles tensing beneath my touch.
A strange sense of power filled me. He was always so controlled, so dominant. And yet, here he was, groaning under my hands, his head tipping back as I learned him.
" I am fucked!" He growled. Mother Earth. I never knew swearing could sound so sexy.
His grip on my wrist tightened. “Just like that, more of it, little witch,” he rasped. “Faster.”
I obeyed, watching in fascination as his control snapped. His hips jerked into my touch, his growl vibrating through the cave.
" I am close," his voice was hoarse. " Don't you dare let go, little witch," he warned. I wasn't about to any.
I just nod at him and continued stroking. His fluid making it easier to move my hands down his length. I was too fascinated to notice was I actually moving my hips along his moving ones.
And then, with one last ragged breath, he shattered.
A deep, primal roar filled the cave as he spilled himself into my hand, his body shaking, his claws gouging into the stone beside me.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of our breathing, heavy and uneven.
Then Drogon moved, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me against him. His breath was warm against my skin, his lips brushing over the mark he had left.
“You are mine now,” he murmured, his voice still filled with possession.
I shivered, my heart pounding. I had known this was inevitable. I had known there would be no escaping this bond.
But I also knew one thing for certain.
I couldn't escape the guilt of the one waiting for me.
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