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| Don't Tempt Me. Pt 3 Posted by: Driana BlackScale at 10-21-2015 21:00 PM, Last Modified 10-21-2015 21:00 PM |
Part Three: His.
It's been two weeks since their anniversary. Two solid weeks of silence. Perhaps he had been too cruel. He didn’t show her often enough that he loved her. That day was supposed to be a surprise but she just had to go and ruin it.
Her damn impatience. Sleep wasn’t coming that night for him either. It’s been that way for the last couple of weeks. Tossing and turning to the point where he would just leave her the bed and he would enjoy a late night drink. He’d close his eyes and his mind would drift then reality would slam back in. Rolling over yet again he started at the clock. Eleven thirty. Alone with the memories of his woman like the night they first danced.
He was probably there on business. He looked like a businessman, a very prosperous one by the looks of his steampunk suit and the manner he carried himself. He moved like a man who owned the world and everything in it, like a man who'd had nothing denied to him, a man whose passion was only just contained.
He held her firmly to his chest keeping her on the dance floor. He didn’t want to cause a scene and neither did she yet she slowly pulled her arm from his grasp. Remembering how eager she had been to return to her little friend, it irritated him the moment she turned her back to him. He could almost sense her racing heart, the fear that he poured into her scales. It was enough to make her bolt that evening, for a minute and only a minute she regretted having done so.
It was intimidating for her. The way serious intentions radiated from him as strongly like his body heat. How was it possibly for her to be wet? Surely those thoughts lingered briefly before he yanked her by the waist into a dark alleyway. The scream in her throat said it all, forcing his solid hand to clamp over her mouth and his chest to press against her back.
“I would never hurt you, Shade.” The whisper traveled down the curve of her ear watching her with pure silence. "I admire your spirit, my love." He continued. "But tonight, you cannot fight me. You are meant to come home with me." It was the last thing she had remembered that night.
When she had opened her eyes finding a solid white ceiling staring back at her. There was a mysterious aura around the solid white ceiling. It felt warm. Stretching her hands across the enormous bed she came to realize that the other side of the bed had been just as messy. Panic flooded her as she lifted the sheets, thankfully she had still been wearing clothes. It wasn’t her clothes. His. His scent was strongly embedded in the material.
“Morning,” the soft yet masculine voice said. Her kidnapper from the night before was pulling a dark red shirt over his cut abs. The world went fuzzy. Her brain lulled back towards the black sleep that brought her here. Turning her head to the side seeing the dark wood bedside table. Her black and red glasses laid there next to a pair of handcuffs. The kind of handcuffs that had the silkiest cloth around them. She hadn’t heard him move but when she looked up he was staring down at her with the most seductive smile.
He had enjoyed that she spent the night sleeping and that she had drifted back again. He stood there for a long minute just watching her sleep. Her lips fell open slightly with a light smile. Her body moved up and down with every slow breath.
Her dragoness beauty really shined.
Leaning down he stole a kiss from her full lips stirring her back awake. Caressing his claws over her jawline bringing her back to his lips as she pulled away. He deepened it passionately stealing her breath slowly. His lips slowly brushed over her lips lingering in the passion. He turned his attention to her jawline nibbling and placing little pecks following down the curve of her neck. He took his time exploring her weak points, where she would create a sweet melody for him, teasing her a little longer.
Taking the edge of the shirt from her curvy body lifting it high enough for his palm to rub over her smooth scales reaching her perky breast. Circling the tip of his dark claw around her nipple sensually feeling the eager perk press against her bra. Her body stretched up pressing against his. Molding her perfectly under him with his lips reconnecting to hers. “I bet you love that,” Cooing softly as he carefully removed every piece of clothing.
That night he made true love to her. Slow. Passionate. What every woman secretly desired. It was the first night he claimed and made his way into her heart. The alarm had started ringing loud and clear forcing his thoughts and memories to vanish. Looking over at his sleeping mate he moved carefully against the bed in hopes to not wake her just yet.
She was a piece of art. He was going to caress every inch of her body. Scales like hers was stroked by the white glow of the moon with a delicate diamond luminosity. This was simply building up the tension between the two. Building the sex past just the love making.
“I want you, Shade.” He said in a silky tone.
One step after another his hand traveled over the web of her wings waiting for her to awaken and respond. It had only been four in the morning giving her only hours to recover.
“I want you, too.” An achy whisper left her lips. His fur rubbed against her stretched fingers just as she wrapped them in her wings urging him to go the rest of the way. Her sleepy glow caused his cock to stir and press against her treasured heat. He couldn’t rush this perfection. Her wings tickled his back and sides in the most delicious way, almost as soft as silk.
He couldn’t help himself anymore, he pressed his lips to hers, feeding her a soft decadent kiss of comfort branding her mind to never forget.
“I li-.. love this,” she said.
In the ensuing hours he explored every inch of her, slowly, diligently. Learning her. Nothing between them was taboo, nothing was wrong, nothing was enough. All she could do was cry out at the incredible pleasure. He was hesitant to change the game at first, careful with his hands and his soft caresses. But just as he kept himself in check his lust was ten times stronger. His grip becoming stronger as he kneaded her breasts.
His fingers were used down her stomachs center until he reached lower. Realization set in her golden dragon eyes that she could do something more then cry out at the pleasure. She could writhe. She could claw at his back drawing blood into his precious fur. She did just that.
“Sorry.” She gasped.
“I’m not.” A guttural tone. Earth-shattering. “Do it again.. and .. again.”
She wanted. She needed him, only him, but he’d stilled severing all contact. He could already hear her whiny tone begging for him to explain why. He was soon enough on his knees staring up at her… and licking his lips.
“Gaelan..?”
He leaned up, and oh, it was like he’d started all over again because he was once again learning her body only this time with- his mouth. He kissed every inch managing to wring one orgasm after another from her until she was begging him to stop.
He stopped, all right.. to reposition himself, pinning her to the bed with his weight.
“Shh.. No words.. Can tell you.. Loved.” The rumbling need sprang from deep inside of his chest as he next devoured her mouth, slanting his head this way and that to taste her from every possible angle. The fire between her legs burned hotter just as her pleasure intensified. Her entire world would become focused on the very man that so devoted his attention to her body.
“Touch me love.”
He hadn’t used her name but a token of affection. An endearment but a curse and a prayer all the same. A command that still lingered in her ears and a command she heeded. As slowly and as intently as he’d learned her body she now learned his. And because nothing had been taboo between them she very much enjoying every touch, every lick that she gave. His moans were her encouragement. His strength delighted her. The way his fur rubbed against her scales were tantalizing.
He was beautiful and perfect for a four horned demon. Her demon. Every brush of her fingers against him, every glide of her mouth against him was a revelation. This was the way sex was supposed to be, never mind that they weren’t going to go further. This was exactly what he did to show her that he loved her. That had been the first and the second time. Finally, when he could stand no more, he fisted her hair guiding her mouth back to his. She stretched out besides him giving him one kiss, two, then peered down at him. As lost to the passion as he was, he no longer was the self pompitous, polished demon she was used to dealing in the short time. He was tousled. he was tense. He was snipping and snarling rubbing against her.
“I want you to feel the pleasure again. A different pleasure.” He gritted..
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
The alarm clock was intruding in his memories and he was left back in bed with the woman he loved. He had planned to keep her close today. To caress and touch her every chance he could. Seeking to undo her like those nights. For now breakfast in bed.
The end.
Story was written as a personal treasure for Shade Blackscale as a reminder of all the memories to come.
Written by Driana Le Souris.
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Comments:
| Maddox: It was quite a surprise! Didnt see that coming. This one is my favorite of all three. |
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