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There’s no hesitation in my Dracoth, no restraint—just the raw, furious lust that thrums through our bond, visible in the way his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, in the intensity with which he yanks at my clothes, almost tearing them from me.

My breath hitches, lost in the intoxicating madness of this moment I’ve fantasized about.

My victory.

I cling to his enormous body, feeling absurdly tiny. It only makes me want him more. I’m used to being in control, being the bigger one. But now, it’s the opposite. My giant Klendathian is stripping me bare, each piece of clothing ripped away with deep, guttural grunts.

The chilly night air brushes over my pale skin, but the lovely heat radiating from Dracoth’s hands keeps me burning. Firm and hard, he explores the curves of my body, sending tingles rippling through me.

“No more running,” I gasp, squeezing against him, my fingers fumbling with the latches on his armor, trembling under the weight of his presence. “Let’s fuck it out,” I laugh huskily, throwing my head back as his touch grows more intense.

His hands slam against me, pushing me back against a tree with a force that takes my breath away.

The rough bark digs into my back, but I barely notice.

He’s like a beast, devouring me whole with every stroke—his fingers flicking over the nape of my neck, trailing down my spine, squeezing my ass, brushing the sensitive skin at the back of my thighs.

His other hand greedily claims my breasts, and the warmth from his hands sends electric jolts through me. Every graze of his rough fingers against my stiff nipples sends heat pooling deep inside, igniting the fire between my legs.

A low moan escapes my lips, and I look up at him, feeling the flush of heat creeping across my cheeks, a mirror to the furnace blazing between my thighs.

Reaching up, I pull at the back of his thick neck, desperate to taste him, wanting every part of him inside me. His crimson eyes bore into mine, molten red meeting my silver. At that moment, the world seems to stop. Everything outside of us fades away.

There’s a question in his gaze, something unspoken, and for a brief moment, I see through the fury—into the storm of emotions he hides. My heart skips as he lowers his head toward me, inching closer.

I close my eyes, unable to bear the intensity of his blazing eyes boring into my soul. My lips part, eager for him to enter me. Then his nose brushes mine, firm and slow. The ticklish sensation causes an involuntary giggle to escape me.

I almost laugh as his nose presses harder, faster. It’s not a mistake—it’s deliberate. Some silly Dracoth move that feels so out of place for my brutal lover.

“Like this,” I whisper, tiptoeing to reach his towering head. Our lips finally meet under the shadow of his massive form, gently smooching and caressing, sending tingles running through my body.

“See?” I murmur, smiling against his lips, eyes beckoning him under my eyelashes.

But there’s nothing soft in him. No hesitation.

His lips crash into mine with raw power, rough and demanding.

He forces a moan from me as his hands grip my thighs, as if he’ll never let go.

My brutal dragon takes full advantage. His tongue invades my partially opened mouth, filling me with his wild warmth.

Our tongues meet in a beautiful caress; we dance, lost in our blazing passion.

I feel the fury in his every movement, the way his teeth graze my skin, devouring me with a hunger that leaves me gasping, his breath hot against my neck as his lips trail down, marking a path of his molten possession over my skin.

His fingers dig into my flesh, kneading and squeezing with the raw force only Dracoth possesses—like he’s trying to mold me to fit him, to match the tempest raging inside.

His boiling need is intoxicating, igniting something primal deep inside. I grab at his shoulder, hating that his stupid armor stops me from feeling the warmth I crave.

“Take it off,” I demand, low and throaty.

Dracoth shifts, flicking the latches on his armor as my scorched brand glows molten orange when I summon small barriers, tearing the heavy metal plates from his immense frame.

He grunts as I laugh, enjoying the sight of him as he removes the last pieces of his clothing.

My breath catches, taking in the sheer sight of him, all pulsing, thick slabs of chiseled muscles which steam in the chilly night air.

It’s like he’s carved from molten rock, a primordial force of nature that shouldn’t exist.

I love it—how fucking big and strong he is, making me feel absurdly tiny in comparison.

Especially when I see it—his enormous throbbing cock jutting forward.

A declaration of very bad intent. My pulse quickens, sending more molten need pooling deep in my core.

It’s brutally thick and veiny with many ridges and contours, tipped with a broad head edged in large pebbling.

“Oh, fuck,” escapes my lips, taking in the sheer size of it, even bigger than my biggest toys.

Dracoth’s eyes flash with something dangerous, something that sends a pulse of electricity through my body.

He growls low in his throat, a sound that vibrates through my chest, and his hands grip me tighter, his claws threatening to pierce my skin.

His lips curl back into a snarl as he pulls me closer, pressing the hardness of his cock against the top of my breasts.

“Do it,” I whisper, my voice shaky but filled with challenge. “Show me what you’re really made of.”

Suddenly, I gasp as his massive hands dig into my ass, hoisting me up from the ground with savage strength. My breath quickens, feeling his thick member probing the slick molten entrance of my wetness that’s awaiting him to claim me.

He grunts, bucking his hips, forcing my pussy to part for his heavily pebbled tip. A squeal of pain and pleasure erupts from my trembling lip, sending my head crashing into his broad chest for respite.

The walls of my femininity stretch to their limit as he just holds inside me, sending waves of his heat pulsing over my skin and from deep inside my body.

His hand shifts, claws scraping over the curves of my arched back, tangling through my long hair with surprising gentleness.

Then, with sudden force, he yanks my head back, compelling me to face his blazing molten eyes, like he wants to see what his massive cock is doing to me.

“Your torment unshackled my mind,” He growls, low, deep, and dangerous. “Now, I’ll return your gift,” He sneers, thrusting his brutal hardness deeper into my core. A shudder of exquisite pain and delight ripple through my body as a throaty moan tears from my throat.

“Divine,” he groans in pleasure as his full balls smack noisily against me, filling me entirely.

I cling onto him, clawing at his skin, needing to feel all of him, needing to meet his force with my own. His heat burns through me, makes me wild, reckless. I want him to break me, to consume me completely.

“Fuck me, Dracoth. Make me yours!” I grunt, his iron grip locking me in place to face his snarling intensity—like always, he wants all of me—raw and exposed, under his control.

He drives into me with a punishing rhythm, filling me like never before, pushing me to my limits. Every movement is filled with an intensity that borders on violence, but it’s the kind of violence I crave, the kind that burns with the heat of desire and fury.

His fangs graze the skin of my throat, biting at the brand on my chest that’s glowing with the heat of our bonded desire.

My body coils and coils, growing taut with flushed pleasure with every deep, savage stroke he slams into my molten sex.

Even through our bond, I feel his brutal lust reflected as our flames blaze like the fires of creation—blood draped in liquid mercury.

It’s too much—I’ve never felt like this, so accepted, so dominated. .. so loved?

My entire body vibrates, not just from his touch, but from the raw, unfiltered connection that pulses between us.

Dracoth’s breath is hot against my skin, his eyes burning into mine, frantic and wild, sending shivers down my spine as the tension builds—spiraling tighter and tighter in my core.

I feel myself teetering on the edge, every thrust of his powerful body driving me closer to the release I crave, each breath between us pulling me into a place where nothing exists but him.

Suddenly, my moans break into a cry of pure, unrestrained bliss as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through me, sending shockwaves through my entire being.

I dissolve into the sensation, my body shuddering in delicious spasms, melting into the universe.

The pleasure ripples outward, from deep within me to the very tips of my fingers and toes, leaving me breathless, floating in the space between us.

Dracoth’s eyes flare, molten silver swirling with the intensity of his pleasure. His thrusts are relentless, his breath hot and ragged against my ear.

“You are mine,” he growls, his voice dripping with possessive need.

“Yours, forever,” I gasp, meaning it with every fiber of my being. It’s not just the pleasure—it’s the security, the raw intensity, the feeling of being completely open to him in a way I’ve never experienced. The excitement, the unbreakable bond—it’s all a heady cocktail I could never deny again.

My pussy convulses, squeezing around Dracoth’s incredible girth, drawing him onward to his own release.

Even as my body still trembles and my skin still tingles, my red dragon continues to use me for his pleasure.

His massive length pulls guttural grunts and moans of ecstasy squeezing through my bitten lips.

More heat builds deep inside me and waves over my flushed skin, radiating from every pore from my savage molten lover.

It’s like my whole body is on fire, filling me with the warmth I’ve craved my entire life.

Finally, it’s mine, almost like the dreams of Arawnoth, only this is real.

So, fucking real, my heart feels like it might burst.

I throw my head back, gasping for breath as his grunts grow more frantic, his pace increasing, a relentless rhythm that consumes me.

Laughter bubbles up from deep within me, wild and throaty, as I feel the sky itself ignite with the fury of our passion.

“Give me every drop, Dracoth,” I gasp, my eyes locking onto his, needing— wanting —him to claim me fully, to fill me with his steamy seed.

My breath hitches, seeing his face contort into primal savagery, lost in his frantic lust. Then his hands dig painfully into my ass as his hips erupt into a feverish, brutal hammering rhythm.

Groans squeeze through my tight lips as my head seeks respite against his scorching chest. There is no mercy, no hesitation—only his relentless need, only his massive cock demanding more and more.

And then, I scream—another shuddering orgasm tearing through me, leaving me trembling and gasping for air. It only fuels his desire. Dracoth’s roar fills the air, more fearsome than any beast lurking in the forest, as he finally reaches his own release.

Streams of his molten heat pump deeply into me, filling me completely as I moan, savoring every ripple of ecstasy that crashes through me. His body twitches, his frenzied pace slowing as his breathy grunts taper off.

I stroke his face, feeling his strong heart beating against my chest, and in this moment, I feel closer to him than I ever thought possible—utterly satisfied, utterly connected.

“You did it, my red dragon,” I giggle, blissfully exhausted, the sound light and full of joy as I revel in his warmth. His massive hand brushes through my hair with surprising tenderness, a contrast to the savage intensity just moments before.

“It was your fury that released me,” he growls softly, his voice still rough, but now tinged with something raw, something vulnerable. “But I never imagined the pleasure...” his words trail off, and a smile curls my lips.

“No force in this world—or the next—will break what we are.”

Who knew bringing the War Chieftain to his knees would feel this good?