Dragon King's Harem Chapter 510. Fire and Ice II

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 510. Fire and Ice II

I kissed her again, slower now. My mouth moved to her jaw, then her throat. She arched slightly, her body responding to every movement, every touch.

Her legs parted instinctively.

I slid one of mine between them.

She gasped.

Not loud.

But enough.

I trailed kisses lower, over the swell of her breasts, one hand cupping her gently, thumb brushing over her nipple until it peaked under my touch. She trembled again.

“You’re shivering now,” I murmured.

Her fingers curled in my hair.

“I’m not cold anymore,” she whispered.

My tail brushed her ankle. Then her calf. Then slid slowly, possessively up her thigh. She squirmed under me, breath catching again, her hips shifting like she didn’t know whether to pull away or pull me in.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” she said, voice barely stable.

“I am,” I admitted.

She stared at me, cheeks flushed.

“You’re a menace.”

I kissed her again, deeper now, letting my hand slide lower, fingers grazing the inside of her thigh.

She bit her lip.

I growled softly against her skin.

And then…

I touched her.

Really touched her.

She gasped, eyes fluttering shut, body arching beneath mine. My fingers moved slowly, teasing, learning every reaction, every twitch, every breath. She was wet. Already. So composed on the outside, but under it all?

A storm.

I dipped my fingers inside her, slow at first. Her nails bit into my back. She moaned, soft, breathless, but full of need.

“I want you,” she whispered. “Please…”

Her voice cracked.

And that was it.

I kissed her hard, claiming her mouth as my body pressed fully against hers.

She was burning.

So was I.

My system flared. A notification about my Dragon Urge.

Oh… I knew she was ready.

Not just her body. Her whole damn aura.

It was like the frost around her melted from the inside out. That careful shell she always wore in court, the regal mask she never let anyone crack, it was gone now. Melted. Pooled beneath my hands. Every breath she took came faster. Shallower. Every twitch of her hips and shift of her thighs told me one thing...

She wanted me.

But I didn’t slide into her.

Not yet.

No.

I had waited too long to rush this.

I kissed her neck again, slower this time, tracing the line of her jaw before working my way down. My lips pressed against the soft hollow of her throat, and I felt her heartbeat flutter under my tongue.

She arched her back when I reached her collarbone. Her hands were in my hair again, gently tugging, like she didn’t know whether to pull me closer or beg me to go slower. I took my time, letting every kiss linger. Letting her feel how much I meant every inch of this.

I kissed lower. The swell of her chest. The curve of her breast.

Then I licked her.

One slow, deliberate stroke across the sensitive skin just above her nipple. Her whole body jumped. A shaky moan slipped from her lips before she bit it back.

My tail brushed up her leg again, teasing, wrapping lightly around her thigh. Her fingers tightened in my hair.

“Argod…” she gasped, voice catching, breathless. “Y-you are a king…”

I paused.

Lifted my head.

Met her eyes.

“And?”

Her lips parted again, eyes wide. Still flushed. Still trembling.

I smiled slowly.

“I’m still allowed to enjoy my bride’s body.”

Her face flushed deeper. She tried to speak but no words came out. Just that little sound she made when she was caught between modesty and want.

I leaned back down and kissed her again, right over her nipple this time. She gasped again, arching against my mouth, hands sliding down my back as if trying to anchor herself.

I licked once more.

Then took her gently between my lips.

She cried out. Quietly. Breath hot against my cheek. Her legs shifted restlessly beneath me, her body practically trembling under my tongue.

I loved this.

The way she writhed when I sucked just a little harder. The way her body reacted without her permission. The way she gasped my name like it meant something sacred.

I moved to the other breast, kissing lower, letting my tongue draw small circles along her skin. My hands roamed freely now, tracing her hips, her waist, the soft slope of her stomach. She was warm now. So warm. Her skin buzzed beneath my fingertips like lightning humming just beneath the surface.

Her breath hitched again as I kissed down her ribs.

Then her navel.

Then lower.

She stiffened for a moment, instinctive, unsure.

I paused, pressing a kiss just above the place where her thighs met.

Her voice came low. Fragile.

“Aren’t you… going to…” she tried.

I looked up, grinning slightly.

“In a moment,” I said. “I’m not done tasting you yet.”

Her breath stuttered again.

She covered her face with one arm, as if trying to hide the blush that had completely claimed her. Her body said otherwise. Her legs parted just enough. Her hips lifted slightly.

Invitation.

So I lowered myself further.

And let my tongue meet her fully.

She jerked under me.

“Argod—!” she cried, but it dissolved into a moan halfway through.

I gripped her thighs gently, keeping her open. Her hips bucked once, but I held steady. I licked again. Slowly. Then again. She gasped. Moaned. Her hands flew back into my hair, pulling, gripping like she needed something to hold onto or she’d unravel completely.

The taste of her was divine. Nothing sweet or mild. It was sharp. Like frost melted on steel. Clean and wild and addictive. Every movement of my tongue drew more of her voice, more of her heat, until she was trembling so hard I thought she’d break.

I pressed a kiss there, gentle and deep.

She cried out again, louder this time.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please…”

I lifted my head, licking my lips slowly, tasting her still.

“Please what?” I asked, voice thick.

She looked down at me, panting, hair wild now across the pillow, cheeks bright red.

“I need you.”