The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 146. Another ‘first time’.

Chapter 146: 146. Another ‘first time’.

"Hah!" Neriah gasped and her lashes fluttered as he entered her with fresh need. A need that aimed at possessing and dominating all of her. Again he thrusted deep into her and though it was morning she could not care about the thoughts of others, she let her voice out. How could she hold back the moans of ecstacy that threatened to consume her if she did not let them out?

As he increased his thrust, her trembling legs lifted from the bed and locked around his waist. Her eyes opened and she caught a glimpse of him. His face was strained in pleasure, the veins at his neck were thick and she wished to kiss him there. To suck on his skin.

At that moment, as though he could recognize her desire, he lowered himself, taking her hands in his own, intertwining their fingers on both sides of her head as he pressed his head to her cheek.

She let out a sweet cry as his thrust grew stronger, her parted lips finally found his neck and she rested her teeth there. A sudden hiss escaped his lips as she bit him. But he did not pull away, instead it seemed he brought his neck closer to her and she sucked on him where she bit.

"Riah, harder." He urged, "bite harder." He goaded and she did. She sunk her teeth deeper as his thrust slowed and then picked up a rapid pace. He was going to break her and she at that very minute needed to be broken by none other than him.

"Barak hah!" His name left her lips in a thin and unholy voice as he brought her to climax. He thrust in her a few more times before he also got that built up release. Letting everything go deep inside her.

Her breath was lost and so was his, and yet he kissed her and she accepted his kiss. He released her hands and they wrapped around his broad shoulder and back.

"Will I seem like an animal if I wanted to do you all over again right now." He asked and Neriah’s eyes widened. She could see the unsated look in his eyes. They were barely recovered from their crazy climax a minute ago!

She was exhausted, really. It was sweet and all, but she was exhausted. More importantly, that place down there was starting to ache. She knew she had to refuse or else, forget about today, she might not be able to walk for the remainder of the week.

Yet when his hand touched her breasts, all she could say was, "Slowly... Do it slowly."

In the late hours of that very morning, Barak made hate to her again. Or maybe it was love this time? Had they crossed that line of making hate and were making love? Neither of them could answer that, but they held each other again and when he gave himself, she took it all in with a heart and mind that had much conformity to his own.

And when they were satiated, they washed together in the bathroom. They didn’t need anyone to bring in warm water for he had warmed it with his powers and they enjoyed the bath together.

After their bath, they sat together for breakfast/lunch. "This is the first time." He had said.

"First time for what?" She asked.

"First time that you would sit to eat with me with a smile on your face."

"Your eyes are defective. I am not smiling." But indeed she smiled and at his words, it only became broader as she blushed.

They sat together sharing a meal that served as both breakfast and lunch. It was a peaceful meal with lighthearted chats and face flushing.

"I hoped that you would grow a little thinner because your dear husband was away fighting beasts and you would not be able to stomach any food. But you seem even more robust than the last time I saw you." He had commented as they ate.

"Your cheeks have gotten fatter, your neck is a little thicker and even your breasts are a little heavier."

"You—" She flushed as he pointed out the little, little changes in her body he noticed. Even though she felt like she was the same.

"Really, you seemed to have fattened yourself a little more while I was away. ’Tis like you ate more while you should have been worried sick to the point of starvation." He faked a grumble and she almost laughed.

"Well, sorry to disappoint you my dear lord, but I am not a woman who would starve just because a man is not present. Yes, I ate double the food I usually ate while you were away and I slept even better than a baby at night because I had the bed all to myself for the first time in a long time." She shrugged nonchalantly, but then the look in his eyes made her wonder if she had ruined the mood. She bit her bottom lip as she stared at his face that had an expression she could not understand.

But then laughter filled the room and it was his, "Good. Do not starve yourself for any reason." He commanded and continued his meal with a brilliant smile upon his face.

Neriah was glad the mood was not ruined and chewed on her food, only for something to dawn on her as she took another bite, "Wait! Are you calling me fat?!" She gasped in realization but all that came as a response was his laughter.

It was certainly a peaceful meal, the most peaceful meal they had had alone. And it seemed to be the beginning of an equally peaceful married life.

At least that is what would have been expected

...

"How is it that you never listen to a word I say! Do you know you could have died there! If I had not arrived in time, you could have become food for them you little fool!

"Do not call me a fool! I have accepted my mistake. So stop being angry."

They were at it again, like cat and rat.