Dragon King's Harem Chapter 512. Fire and Ice IV

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 512. Fire and Ice IV

I smiled down at her.

“That was one,” I murmured.

She blinked.

“…One?” she asked, voice hoarse.

I leaned down, brushed my lips across her cheek, then kissed the tip of her ear.

My voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m not done.”

Her breath caught.

I kissed her again. And this time, it wasn’t soft.

My hand roamed back down her side, gliding over the curve of her waist, her hip, then sliding lower to cup the underside of her thigh and lift it slowly against my side. My tail curled with it, wrapping firm but not forceful, holding her open for me.

She moaned… quiet, surprised, shaky.

“You’re… still…”

I kissed her lips again. Deeply. Dominantly. Silencing her.

Then pulled back just enough to see her flushed face, the dazed wonder in her eyes.

“Yeah,” I said against her mouth. “I’m still hard.”

I glanced down. And there it was.

My sigil.

Marked faintly on her skin like heated ink, glowing softly across the curve of her left breast. A dragon-marked crest, formed from my mana. My instinct. My claim.

Mine.

I growled low in my throat. Dragged my tongue down her throat, then across her collarbone. She shivered.

Then I leaned down, opened my mouth, and licked across the sigil.

She gasped, instantly.

Her back arched. Her hands flew to my shoulders.

When I closed my lips around her breast and sucked, she moaned, sharper now. A sound that hit deep in my chest and shot straight down my spine.

“Argod…” she whimpered. “We just… we just did it…”

I looked up at her, still sucking softly, then let her nipple pop free from my mouth with a wet sound.

“I know,” I said.

My hand slid up her other thigh, slow, claiming every inch. “But this is a rare chance.”

Her fingers gripped my forearms as I dragged them up her body again, her skin flushed and warm beneath my touch.

“Jyne and Sela gave us this chance,” I murmured. “They’re keeping Kaelen safe. The court is asleep. The guards are sworn to silence.”

I kissed down her stomach, slow and firm, my mouth tracing a path of fire over her skin.

“I’m going to take you again,” I said. “Because I want to.”

I paused, looking up at her from just above her navel.

“And because I need to plant my seed.”

Her eyes widened.

I didn’t smile.

Not teasing. Not joking.

“I need to put it deep,” I said. “Again. And again. Until your womb remembers my name every time you breathe.”

She whimpered, eyes closing.

I crawled back over her, the weight of me pinning her again, but this time firmer. Purposeful.

My hands pinned her wrists beside her head. My hips ground slowly between her thighs.

She felt how hard I was.

She knew.

I kissed her again. This time she didn’t resist at all.

Her mouth opened for me like a bloom, desperate and needy.

“You want it?” I whispered between kisses.

She nodded.

“Say it.”

“I want it…”

I growled.

“Say you want me to fill you again.”

She looked up at me, cheeks scarlet, breath shaky.

“I want you to fill me again,” she whispered.

That was enough.

I grabbed her thigh, pulled it up higher against me, lined myself up, and pressed inside.

She was still sensitive. Still tight.

She cried out as I entered her, her hands gripping the sheets now, her head thrown back.

I didn’t go slow this time.

Not cruel.

But not patient either.

I took her the way a king takes his queen when the war is over and the fire is lit and the world outside the walls doesn’t matter anymore.

I thrust deep, and she screamed my name into the sheets.

Her back arched. Her thighs trembled around my hips.

She was mine.

My mark on her breast glowed again, and my tail lashed behind me, drunk on the heat and power of it all.

I felt her legs lock around my waist.

Felt her nails dig into my shoulder blades.

She was shaking already, her voice a broken mix of moans and my name, gasping every time I drove deeper.

I leaned down, kissed the mark again, sucked it hard, and she came apart.

She came fast this time.

Hard.

Crying out, body convulsing beneath me as her walls clamped around me and pulled me in deeper.

But I wasn’t done.

I held her hips still and kept moving, slow, grinding, dragging every ounce of pleasure out of her.

She sobbed.

Not from pain.

From too much pleasure.

And I wasn’t sorry.

“You feel that?” I whispered against her ear. “That’s what happens when you belong to a dragon.”

She nodded frantically, eyes unfocused.

“Say it.”

“I… I belong to you,” she gasped.

I kissed her.

“Good girl.”

Then I pinned her arms again and started to thrust harder.

More.

Deeper.

Relentless now.

She whimpered beneath me, too overstimulated to resist, too lost in the haze of pleasure to do anything but take what I gave her. And gods, she took it like the queen she was trembling, clinging, unraveling under every deep thrust.

When I came, it was sharp and deep, heat flooding into her as I groaned against her throat. My body jerked with the force of it, muscles tightening, hips locked to hers. I buried myself completely, grinding in as my release poured into her.

She went soft beneath me, body limp, chest rising and falling in uneven gasps. Her skin was slick with sweat, her cheeks flushed, eyes dazed and glowing with satisfaction. Blissed out. Beautiful.

I didn’t pull out right away.

Instead, I stayed right there. Chest to chest. My tail still curled tightly around her thigh. Her legs still loosely wrapped around my waist. The mark I left on her breast was faintly glowing, warm to the touch.

“You’re mine,” I whispered.

She nodded, spent.

“And next time,” I murmured against her ear, “you’re riding me.”

Her laugh was wrecked.

“Deal.”

And we stayed like that, wrapped in heat and silence and everything we were never allowed to be in front of the world.

Just king and queen.

Just man and woman.

Just… us.