The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 25. Know me.

Chapter 25: 25. Know me.

"Mm_ don’t," she bit her lip hard and begged as his kissed her inner thighs and squeezed her breasts with his hand. Her entire body was hot, she’d never felt such heat before. He was a dragon blood. Was he maybe sending fire into her body? Was that possible? She didn’t know. But she was hot, so very hot.

And furthermore, there was this new pulsation she was feeling between her legs. Why was it suddenly beating like her heart had shifted positions? The closer he got to that triangle between her legs, the faster it pulsated. The more he kissed her, the more she felt that place tighten and swell. Oh what was all this madness? She could not explain.

But one thing was for sure, it wasn’t bad. It wasn’t bad at all. In fact it was too good. Too good that tears escaped her eyes sometimes.

A sudden cry escaped her lips as she felt his lips there. Her eyes that were closed flew open. She tried to push his head away from her, but she found herself holding onto his hair instead. She wanted to close her legs so he wouldn’t do whatever it was he was doing, but he was buried right in the center of her legs, so how could she close them?

"W_ what are you_ doing?" she gasped and faltered trying to force out those words. "Oh, please stop," she cried. Her head was pushed backward, her knees compulsively coiled up, her toes dug into the bed.

Oh, this feeling had to be wrong! The sounds that were escaping her mouth had to be shameful. But she couldn’t help the feeling, nor could she control the sounds that escaped her lips.

What in the world was wrong with the man? The mouth, she knew, was meant for talking and eating. That’s what the teeth, tongue and lips were created for. The lips were occasionally meant for kissing too. She’d learnt from him tonight too that the tongue also did a lot of work in kissing too.

But... But, kissing was supposed to be mouth to mouth! Not mouth to—

Oh lords! She could feel his tongue down there. Shivers held her. Cold and hot shivers. She vibrated, shook, rose, and arched her back. She wiggled like a worm on the bed. Her eyes opened and closed over and over again, and uncontrollable sounds left her lips time and time again.

Slowly, he was rising up again. Kissing her stomach, following a straight line that led to the center of her breasts. Then he took her between his teeth. Golden eyes staring at her as he rubbed her pink nipple with his thumb and then bit her there, then sucked her. She took her hand to her mouth, pressing the back of her palm between her teeth. Biting hard on there so she wouldn’t scream out like a mad woman.

Oh and why did he look at her so? She closed her eyes again. She needed to hide from his gaze.

His mouth left her nipples, and he kissed the rise of her breasts, the center of her collarbones. He found that place on her neck that pulsated fast, and he kissed her there too. He sucked on that spot, and her hand left her lips and held onto his hair. She breathed and panted, moaned and hummed.

...

He found her lips again, and he kissed her, and massaged her breasts. Lords! He had never tasted anything like her. He had wanted to take her right that second when she told him to. But he wanted to take his time. She was worth every second.

It was her first, and for some reasons he couldn’t begin to think of, he wanted to make her first her best. To make it memorable. Was it the love-making he wanted her to remember? Was it his touches? Or maybe his kisses?

Or was it him, the man? He wanted her to remember him. Every touch and stroke. His expression while he made love to her, his voice when he whispered her name as he kissed her breasts.

Were those the things he wanted her to remember? If yes, then why didn’t he want her to forget him? Why didn’t he want to be forgotten by this red-headed witch?

"Know me," he whispered over her lips and she shook her head in a lazy No. "Know me Riah," he repeated as he kissed her neck and bit her pointy ear. "Know the man who’s making love to you."

"You—" he didn’t let her say anything, he took her lips again. Kissed her senses away. Touched her breasts till she forgot her words. And he took her hand that held him and he guided it down his chest, slowly, sensually.

A protest tore from her lips, but he kissed it away. He took her hands lower, and lower, till he brought her little fingers there. Down there, to his needing member. And he felt her tense beneath him, felt her suck in her breath.

So he kissed her more. He kissed her till she forgot what she held in her hands, and he led her to stroke his full erected length.

He soon released her hand, leaving her to do it herself. "Aye, my dear." He groaned with pleasure as her little fingers played and teased the tip of his pintle. "Know me." He said again.

And she did, she touched him and she knew him. Flesh, veins, needs and strength. She knew him.

Oh sweet, sweet goddess! She was a sweet little witch, this red-head elf. His entire system was afire. She was burning him like no one had ever been able to. Damn it! He’d had women, a good amount of them. Many of whom were skilled on how to please him. And yet, none of them had been able to draw this sort of melting desire from him.

He’d been pleasured and he’d given pleasure in return, but it was nothing like this. He felt like molten wax above her. She was clearly inexperienced, and shy, and was in no way a skilled lover. But oh, she was proving to be the best and most desirable lover he had ever had.

A harsh oath escaped his lips, and he pulled her hand from him, and he kissed her yet again. His fingers intertwined with hers above her head and his other hand teased and squeezed her derriere. This kind of lust, he had never felt for no one before.