Chapter 10 - Lily

Falling…

I can feel myself falling, but I cannot see further than the dark sheath of blacked-out vision behind my eyelids.

A soft sigh escapes my lips like the sound of surrender, like the sound of claiming defeat. Ive just witnessed my worst nightmare come to life.

Or perhaps it isnt a nightmare.

After all, it was in those dreams of the handsome stranger that I truly found myself. Unleashed my true essence as a sensual being whose only qualm was the ribbed talons of an unknown being.

The fall is liberating because its the most free Ive felt since arriving here. Though Im unconscious, my subconscious mind feels the effects of the fall.

How unfettered it feels to finally be outside the four walls that have kept me shackled for days.

I completely surrender, giving up my inhibitions as I accept what Ive just witnessed. Draco, the man Id conjured in my dreams, is a shape-shifter who can take on the form of a dragon.

At least I know Im not crazy anymore.

And when my body no longer feels like its falling, Im content knowing it was all worth it in the end.

The truth sets me free.

The warmth surrounding me gives me the kind of safety net I need to open my eyes. When I do, the gold-scaled dragon holds me in his arms.

Its not fear that encompasses my being. Its a relief. And even if Im being carried to the gates of my eternal destination, I do so gladly.

Theres nowhere else Id rather be.

The smile on my face remains everlasting as I sigh contentedly. Closing my eyes, I relish in the comfort of strong arms around my frame. As if Im featherlight.

Whatever happens next, I accept wholeheartedly. Perhaps my demise from the tip of the ledge isnt so bad after all.

***

When I open my eyes again, Im staring into the face of my perpetrator.

Or my savior if what happened wasnt a dream at all.

“Draco…” I murmur, his lips so close to mine I feel the vibrations of the echo of my voice reverberate from his lips. It sends a pleasant chill down my spine as I lay on an unfamiliar bed.

My eyes dart around quickly, and I realize Im in Dracos bedroom. The one Id stolen into earlier tonight. My sense of time is clear. All the puzzle pieces seem to fit perfectly together, creating a picture of truth.

Everything is crystal clear in my mind.

“Lily,” comes Dracos husky response against my lips.

Gulping from the sensations it elicits as it sparks awareness that courses to my core, I stare into his eyes.

The hazel depths become rimmed with gold circles reminiscent of his dragon eyes. Tiny flecks of ruby particles illuminate his natural color. It gives it an allure of sensuality and…

Lust?

Ever since Ive met him, Ive been anything but brave. It was fear that had me denying the truth. And ignoring the apparent warning signs. My gut instinct—warning me that my attraction isnt just all in my head.

Even if he is part human and part dragon. The pull is undeniable, and I can’t ignore it any longer.

It isn’t fear that spurs my next move. It’s the most unabashed courage that has me sliding my fingers through Draco’s hair, lifting myself forward until my lips press to his.

The plushness of his lips on mine feels divine. Like the luscious gardens of the Heavenly abode, it draws me in until I fully surrender to the promised treasures at the end of the rainbow. With little coercion, I part my lips with a sigh as Draco’s tongue slips in. His unintrusive exploration tantalizes my taste buds, and I hum between kisses as I pull him onto me.

As he settles his weight between my thighs, he breaks the kiss to stare into my face. My bottom lip trembles with the sensations of the kiss that lingers there. His eyes are jetted now, glossed over with lust.

“Is this what you want?” he asks softly, one hand lifting to cradle my face. With the pad of his thumb, he smooths my cheek, caressing my skin like he’s coaxing me.

I nod lightly, keeping my eyes on his. A shudder in my chest is the only fear I have that releases from me when he strokes my trembling bottom lip. Any inhibitions dissipate in that moment, and my body relaxes under him.

Caution is thrown to the wind as I give into the base desire that fuels my need for him. Closing my eyes, I relish in the warmth of his comforting, encouraging lips as his hands smooth across my sides.

Strong, capable hands that have me melting with every touch. And when his fingertips brush the flesh on my waist, I quiver, my back arching into him as my head lolls back.

“Please…” I beg though I’m not sure what I’m pleading for. All I know is that my frustration extends to the desperate need between my thighs. It aggravates me to the point of insanity, and I’m mewling between kisses.

When Draco breaks the kiss, I have to stifle the urge to protest. One hand glides smoothly beneath the cotton blouse, hand forming a cup over my breast.

My intake of breath is sharp as he gently tugs on my nipple between two fingers. Watching his every move as he explores my body sends arousal rippling through me.

I’ve never known anything as intense as this. But then again, I’ve never met such intense eyes that rake my body as if etching every detail to memory.

“Are you sure?” Draco husks against the shell of my ear. The awareness of every move becomes heightened as I anticipate his touch.

“Hmm…” I whimper when his lips meet the soft flesh just below my ear. A sensitive spot, ignited by the spark of his soft, open-mouth kisses. With my arms spread out on either side of me, I’ve fully surrendered. Given myself to the idea of losing my sanity and my virginity in the process.

Draco seems only eager to torment me, smirking when he lifts his head. While he holds my gaze with a seductive challenge, he unbuttons my blouse.

“We shouldn’t do this…” he whispers cautiously, though the ministrations of his deft fingers continue. Until all the buttons are undone, and he looks down to inspect my chest.

When he pulls away the fabric, my voluptuous breasts spill out from underneath. He sucks a breath through his teeth, as if mesmerized by the sight before him.

I know this to be true when he worships my chest with calculated hands. Squeezing gently but firmly, he watches the way my nipples become erect from the stimulation. His smirk deepens, purposely waiting for me to catch it before he dips his head to one breast. Latching his lips over the erected nub, he suckles as if he’s drawing the life force from my breast.

Oh, God…

Is this what I’d been missing all this time? The domineering presence of a powerful man pleasuring me as if it’s his purpose in life? And it’s only the beginning—I can tell from the sneaky grin he throws me while he suckles on my breast.

Another drop of wanton need pools between my thighs from where it aches the most. I feel it drop to the crotch of my panties, but I can’t even clench my thighs together. Draco’s immense bulk presses into me, not leaving much to the imagination when it comes to size.

I shiver just from the thought of how big he is. And it’s something that doesn’t go unnoticed. Draco pops his lips off my breast before pulling his weight off me. Knelt between my thighs, I lick my lips in anticipation as he stares at me.

I’m not sure what comes next, I just know I’m going to love whatever it is. And when Draco lifts his sweatshirt over his head, I cannot help but smile coyly.

He’s giving me a show. Purposely taking his sweet time to pull the sweater all the way off. Exposing arms covered in tribal tattoos, I realize this is the first time I’ve seen this up close.

Magnificent… I gasp as I rake my eyes over the many designs and patterns. Absentmindedly, I reach out a hand with the urge to touch his biceps. To trace my fingers across the ink that paints his flesh.

I look at his face when Draco’s chuckle echoes in the air. That’s when I realized he wasn’t taunting me. Instead, his cheeks have filled with a blush pink color—almost as if he’s become shy.

Knowing what I do know about him now, his shyness gives him a hint of humanness. Something that compliments the fierceness of the dragon. And that makes him all the more appealing.

It’s his novelty card, and he plays it so well while he unwinds the strings of his sweatpants. He tugs them loose, eyeing me through the veils of his dark lashes. Watching my reaction to each of his movements. Gauging every gasp, every breath.

Like he’s studying his favorite subject.

When he slips down the waistband of his sweatpants, I wait with bated breath for what is about to be exposed. Theres a strong need to reach out when it is, hanging heavy and hard within my reach.

Gasping when my delicate fingers meet the rigid fullness of his velvety length, his strong hand clasps around my wrist. I notice him shudder as if the sensation is too much. He gently removes my hand from his length, lifting my hand to press a kiss to the top of my knuckles.

“There’ll be time for that,” he assures me, setting my hand on the side. He lays down on top of me loosely, his weight barely present as he stares into my eyes. “First, there is something I must do.”

I nod in concession, closing my eyes and parting my lips in anticipation of his kiss. It only comes briefly, like a small peck before his lips begin to travel down my chin. He forges a path down my neck, over my collarbones, and between the valley of my breasts. He searches for my hand, interlacing our fingers as he continues the trail down my body.

When he arrives at the top of my pelvis, he pauses. I look up, gulping, seeing his dark features magnified in the moonlight. His lips are a mere inch from the apex of my thighs; he holds my gaze.

It’s a silent command for me to keep my head lifted. To keep my eyes on him. That’s exactly what I do, watching every second tick by as he makes the slow descent to the apex of my thighs. I whimper from excitement when he breathes hot air along my folds. The pleasure is intoxicating, even if it’s the slightest amount.

While Draco maintains my gaze, he dips his mouth closer. Licking a stripe over my folds, I’m ready to come undone. Pleasure surges through me when he latches his lips over my bundle of nerves. Suckling the tiny nub that swells with arousal, he administers the most extraordinary pleasure to my core.

And when he adds a finger to his ministrations, I’m ready to give up my entire soul to him. That finger enters me, and I have no idea where I end or begin. I only know pleasure, at the hands of Draco. Fingers, to be precise. But I’ve never known anything more extraordinary than this feeling of intoxication. With the promise of more like an oath of my moans and Draco’s grunts, I feel a knot tightening in the pit of my belly.

An unfamiliar, uncomfortable knot that has me wincing. When Draco sees my face contort, he strategically removes his mouth and fingers from my core, then reaches up to kiss me on the lips. Wet, sloppy kisses that have me forgetting about the knot altogether. Until he begins rubbing tight circles on my clit.

Draco drinks in my moans as the knot unwinds. Uncoiling and sending waves and waves of pleasure through every nerve-ending in my body. Tingling everywhere, I can’t form a coherent thought even when he breaks the kiss and scoops me into his arms.

I’m just a heap of mass with no end or beginning. My limbs are meek, and my vision is blurred from the most inebriating climax. But Draco barely allows me to catch my breath before he has me pinned under him. Lining the bulbous tip of his cock with my aching hole, he stares deeply into my eyes, foreshadowing how deep he’s going to be inside me.

Even if it’s been foretold with his eyes, it takes me by surprise when he enters me. The languish push stretches my walls as he buries his cock deep inside me. The delicious stretch fills me to the brim, so full that I finally feel complete. A void I wasn’t even aware of is filled now. And as he rolls his hips and creates friction, I know I’m ready to come again.

Slow thrusts escalate to steady pounding as he rearranges my insides with his immense girth and length. Throwing my head back, my eyes roll back as the air fills with a cocktail of my moans and the pounding of flesh against flesh. Every thrust drawing me closer and closer to the peak of my existence.

And when it finally comes, so does he. He grabs me and keeps me flush to his sweat-bedewed flesh as he grunts and groans into my sweat-licked hair. He pulls out completely on his last thrust, spilling hot ropes of cum over my belly.

Just as I’ve given him all of me.