MARRIED TO THE DRAGON LORD

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Samantha pov

I signed and sank down onto the large bed that filled the space room.

When I left Dracul and Cannis to talk, I had been met by an attendant, who had shown me to a large room. At first, I had thought that it was a prison, but it was a stunning room that looked fit for royalty.

Plush bedding and gold morning adorned and made themselves known. The beauty didn’t escape me and I knew that this was a room meant for Dracul, as much as it was meant for me.

I didn’t know why I was here, but the door was left unlocked and I had free roamed when the attendant left.

I signed and leaned back, flopping against the cover and closing my eyes.

I didn’t know what I felt. I didn’t know how to feel about everything happening.

Sure the treatment here was better than at Dracul’s castle, but why was I even here?

I was clearly needed for something, as the magician knew about me, knew who I was and that I was here to help with something.

Maybe he called for me, and Dracul complied. Maybe I was a piece of the puzzle, or they needed knowledge from me. Not that I knew I knew what I could potentially do to help out anyone.

And then Cannis has basically kicked me out, so he could talk to Dracul in private.

I don’t know why I would expect anything different, but I had still managed to string. After all, I don’t know anything about this place, this kingdom. I had no ruling rights.

Of course, they didn’t want me listening in.

But I had still stung a bit.

I shifted, restless, and let out a deep breath.

Now all I could do was wait for Dracul, wondering when he was going to arrive, if he was even coming to this room. I had to wait and hope that things worked out for the best.

As it turned out, I didn’t have to wait all that long. The door banged open, slamming shut just as quickly with a loud bang.

I used myself up in a hurry to see Dracul storming into the room.

His hair was messy like he had been running his hands through it. There was a focused look on his face, something that was hard to read.

I jumped up from my bed, feeling a thrill of apprehension move through my body, twisting in my stomach.

“Dracul?” I said.

He walked towards me with some purpose that I knew was possible. I took a step back.

He was on a mission. There was a ferocity about him, something that made me nervous.

“What’s wrong ?” I said.

Whatever news he had received, it couldn’t be good. I swallowed, feeling the hairs on my back stand up.

Dracula crossed the room in a few strides. My back hit the wall.

He was so closed that my breath catch in my chest. His eyes were burning and it looked like something inside of him was on fire.

He grabbed me, and I bit a scream.

For a second, I felt convinced that he was going to do something to me.

And then he kissed me.

His lips pressed against mine, and all the breath left my body. I sank back against the wall as Dracul pressed his body against mine and he kissed me, kissed me as he needed me to survive.

He kissed me harder than he had ever kissed me before, his hands tangled in my hair possessive and hard as he kissed me, his tongue pressing against my lips.

I moaned and kissed him back, the anxiety-dissolving int chest.

I was confused as hell, but when it comes to Dracul, I could never say no. When it came to Dracul, I never wanted to say no? Not really.

He pressed his body into mine, kissing me until I couldn’t feel anything but his tongue against mine. His hands were firm as they slid down my body.

His hands grabbed at my clothes, wrapping around my waist and pushing me back. I stumbled and fell onto the bed.

Dracul moved on top of me, pressing me against the bed, his lips on my skin, kissing down my neck, sucking my skin, licking and leaving mark on his way down.

I gasped, a breathless moan leaving my body, arching into him, into the firm, heady warmth of him.

“Dracul…” I gasped, “Are you sure?” I said.

His hands lifted my dress, sliding up my thighs, touching every part of me until I was breathless and heady with need. My body was on fire, just like the dream I had when I first came here.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

My body was aching, a hot warmth building between my thighs, letting me know in on uncertain terms that I wanted this. I wanted Dracul and I don’t want to wait, I didn’t want to hesitate, I didn’t want things to stop.

This time I wanted things to continue. This time I wanted more. This time I needed him and I need to go all the way.

“More than I’ve been in a long time .” He said.

His voice was low, and rough in my ear. He was usually so composed, even when he was angry. This was something else.

It was almost like he we acting on instinct or impulse.

I didn’t care, I wanted this and he clearly wanted it too.

I nodded against his shoulder, pulling him down. His hands slid to his belt, undoing it and pulling down the fabric. My body was hot as I pulled him in and held him tight, pulling up my shirt and leaning backward.

I had always thought that my first time will be romantic, but this was better somehow.

There ware no rose and no taking it slow.

It was raw and perfect. It was the correction I had craved my whole life. It was Dracul and that was all I wanted.

I didn’t know why I was so sure. But I was.

He was bad for me. But I wanted him so much.

Dracul slid his hands against my skin, his hands were gentle as he put down my underwear. Firm and rough, but gentle at the same time.

He didn’t want to hurt me.

“Dracul… please…. hurry,” I said, whispering against his skin as he pulled me in. He slid between my thighs and my lip.

My whole body was aching, humming with desire. I wanted this. I wanted this and I don’t want to wait for anyone. It has been building between us since I got here and now, we were finally about to let it happen.

No more waiting. No more hiding from my own feelings.

I looked into Dracul’s golden eyes as he pushed with me. I gripped him tight, digging my fingers into his chest as he filled me.

I cried out into his shoulder as the pain gave way to a pleasure I had never known.

I gasped, panting and groaning as I held onto him. He kissed my skin, he gripped my hair, he let me settle.

And then he started moving. Stars explode In my eyes, flooding me in aching, perfect need. I moaned, feeling the heat rise unbearable inside of me.

“Dracul!!” I gasped.

He felt so good. I couldn’t believe how good this felt. It was building, happening so fast but I wanted it to last forever. This was incredible, he was incredible.

“Mmm… Samantha.” He groaned as he trusted within me.

I felt the rising heat inside of me, consuming and unbidden.

It rose, filling my body and setting me on fire.

Fireworks exploded behind my eyes, shooting across my vision.

My body ached, humming in time with his thrusts.

I wasn’t going to be able to escape the pleasure.

It was so hot in my mind.

It felt so good.

He was so strong against me.

He moved with such purposes.

I couldn’t think straight.

I cried out as my climax hit.

It coursed through my body, burning through me. I twisted, and arched against him, gripping him tightly as the pleasure flooded me.

Dracul groaned as the pleasure thundered through us both.

I held onto him for my dear life, the tide of pleasure and ecstasy pushing through my body until it was the only thing I could feel, the only thing I could think of, the only thing that made sense anymore.

Dracul was the only thing that makes sense now. The pleasure, this closeness, the overwhelming feeling, it was the only thing that mattered.

I didn’t want to think about anything else. I didn’t want to worry about my choice. I just wanted to enjoy this moment.

Dracul wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his chest. I gasped and sank against him.

And as I gasped, trying to catch my breath, buried in Dracul’s arms, one thought coursed through my mind.

Everything is different now.

T. B. C