TAKEN BY THE DRAGON KING

All the Way

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Elena

Dracula felt incredible beneath my hands. His lips pressed against mine, and all of the breath left my body.

I collapsed into him on the table as Dracul pressed his body against mine and kissed me, kissed me as he needed me for air as he needed me to survive.

My head was spinning from the revelations that had just happened, everything that had passed between us. I no longer knew what I was feeling, but it was okay.

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Because now I knew. Now, I had seen the real Dracul.

And I was discovering that I liked him. I liked him a lot, flaws and all.

This was different from before, somehow.

This was raw and passionate but sweeter, somehow, wonderful and tender.

And yet, he managed to still kiss me harder than he had ever kissed me before, his hands tangling in my hair, possessive and hard as he kissed me, his tongue pressing past my lips.

I wanted this. I needed it.

Now we were making love for the first time, with all secrets bare. Now, I knew everything, and I accepted it. Now, this was better. The passion that twisted between my legs was proof of that, of the burning ache within me, the desire that blazed like a fire.

I moaned and kissed him back.

I pressed my body into him as he kept kissing me until I couldn’t feel anything but his tongue against mine. His hands were firm as they slid down my body.

His hands grabbed at my clothes, wrapping around my waist and pulling my skirts up higher.

Suddenly, Dracul moved on top of me, pressing me into the table, his lips on my skin, kissing down my neck, sucking my skin, licking, and leaving marks on his way down.

I was no longer on top, and I was fine with it. Because now, I trusted him. Now, my body hummed with pleasure and a need that was bigger than me, bigger than this.

“Dracul… I want you.” I whispered.

As he touched my body, I gasped, a breathless moan leaving me, arching into him, into the firm, heady warmth of him.

“I know. I want you too.” He said.

This time, I wasn’t hesitant. This time, he didn’t hold back on the way he looked at me, the way he touched me.

Everything was different between us, different from the first time he touched my body. And I loved it. I loved every second of it.

His hands lifted my dress, sliding up my thighs, touching every part of me until I was breathless and heady with need.

My body was aching, a hot warmth building between my thighs, letting me know in no uncertain terms that I wanted this.

I wanted Dracul and I didn’t want to wait, I didn’t want to hesitate, I didn’t want things to stop.

His hands slid to his belt, undoing it and pulling down the fabric. My body was hot as I pulled him in and held him tight, pulling up my skirts and leaning backward.

This time, Dracula lifted my dress over my head, and I obliged, sliding all my clothes off until I was naked in front of him. Dracul did the same, sliding off his pants and pulling off his shirt until I could see every exposed inch

of skin.

His side was still bandaged, and I loved it. I loved every second of it, the feeling of his body against mine, the raw reality of this.

Everything was out in the open.

I had thought that our first time had been open, but now I knew that this was something else entirely. It was raw and honest and perfect. It was the connection I had craved my whole life. It was Dracul and that was all I wanted.

Dracul slid his hands against my skin, his hands gentle as he pulled down my underwear. Firm and rough, but gentle at the same time.

“Dracul, I don’t want to wait… I want this.”

I said, whispering against his skin as he pulled me in. He slid between my thighs and I bit my Iip.

I looked into Dracul’s golden eyes as he pushed with me. I gripped him tight, digging my fingers into his shirt as he filled me.

I cried out into his shoulder as the pain gave way to a pleasure that I had come to know, something familiar and sweet. But better.

This time it was so much sweeter and so much better.

I panted and gasped, my breathing quick and shaky as I held onto him, grabbed him, and arched my body, “You don’t have to wait.”I mumbled. I didn’t need him to wait, not anymore.

Right here on the table in Gulliver’s office, I needed him. Right here and right now, I needed to feel the truth of his words with my body. I needed to know, to feel, to be sure.

When Dracul started moving, I cried out. Stars exploded behind my eyes, flooding me in aching, perfect need. I moaned, feeling the heat rise unbearably inside of me.

“Dracul.” I moaned.

Dracul didn’t say anything, just groaning with pleasure as he pushed within me, his thrusts strong and powerful. I wrapped my legs around him, pushing him down into me harder and deeper.

He was so big, and the passions that exploded in me were just too much to handle.

Quicker than last time, I felt the passion build in my body. More than that, I felt the emotions that I felt for him ache and tremble through my heart. It was too much.

It rose up, strong and unbidden, passions burning between my thighs.

My body ached, thundering with pleasure.

The ecstasy was all-consuming, sweet and perfect and hot.

I wanted it all.

It coursed through my body, burning through me. I twisted, and arched against him, gripping him tightly as the pleasure flooded me.

My climax rose inside of me, blocking my vision to anything but the rolling pleasure, anything but the desperate, terrible need for him.

It was beautiful and terrifying all at the same time. It was wonderful and intimidating. It was everything and nothing, all at once. And I needed more. I wanted more. I never wanted this to stop, never wanted it to end.

I held onto him for dear life, the tide of pleasure and ecstasy pushing through my body until it was the only thing I could feel, the only thing I could think of, the only thing that made sense anymore.

“Dracul… Dracul…” I moaned his name over and over as I held him, burying my face against his skin, breathing in his scent, and groaning his name.

Dracul was the only thing that made sense now. This pleasure, this closeness, this overwhelming feeling, it was the only thing that mattered.

Dracul wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his chest. I gasped and sank against him.

I buried against him, feeling his thundering heartbeat, the warmth of his sweat on his skin. He felt amazing against me, his body was chiseled and strong and perfect.

“Are you okay?” I whispered after a moment, the silence aching and loud between us.

Somehow, though, the moment was perfect.

Somehow, it was as sweet as ever, maybe even more.

“Yes, I’m okay.” He said. He sounded breathless and a little strained.

A flash of worry shifted through my mind, blinding my thoughts, *Are you sure?” I asked.

He was just injured. I had been so worried about losing him, and now we were doing this. He had been tired just from standing, so what was this going to do to him?

I didn’t want to lose him. I didn’t want him to hurt, to struggle, to ache. I worried about him because, more and more, I was starting to realize that I cared.

I cared a lot. I cared for this Dragon Lord from across the kingdom, wild and strong and passionate.

I cared for him, even though all logic told me to stay away. I cared for him, even though my heart raced whenever I thought of his kind.

And yet, Dracul was nothing like I had imagined. He was nothing like the brutal, terrifying Dragon Lord that everyone spoke of.

Yes, he was scared in a fight. Yes, there was a fury to him that I had seen with my own eyes. But there was also a sweetness and kindness. There was also a softness to his eyes and the way that he looked at me.

There was a gentleness to his touch and a passion to his kisses and he was something else entirely.

And I was starting to fall in love with him.

“I’m sure.” He said softly, words quiet and gentle.

“Okay.” I said, my heart skipping a beat.

Was I really in love with the Dragon Lord?

Was I really in love with Dracul?