The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 84. Take all of me, Riah.

Chapter 84: 84. Take all of me, Riah.

He rose to his knees and her hands crossed over her breasts and her knees curled up, but he spread her legs wide open and knelt in between them, forbidding her from closing them.

He picked some strands of her hair and took them to his lips, placing a kiss there as he whispered into the air while staring at her delectable form before him... "I shall possess your body and hate for as long as we both shall live, my dear Spitfire," He dropped the strands of her hair over her form, letting it fall atop her breasts and waist... "You will never be with him." He assured her and his hands tried the length of her hair on her flesh till it reached the center of her being and she vibrated on the bed as he touched her there.

Neriah had no idea why she could not find the strength to even raise her voice. She had heard that the touch of a man could make you lose sense of right and wrong and she wondered if that was the case with her at the moment.

She hated him, of this she was sure. She had never hated anyone as much as she hated the man before her. Apart from the fact that he was a dragon blood and a barbarian, she hated the things he did to her and the ways he scolded her.

But...

Deep down, her stupid body... her foolish body seemed to await the fire he would evoke in her.

"Nay, stop. I beg you." She turned her head to the side and bit into the shit, not wanting to stare at him as his fingers played with her down there. She said No, but her body made no attempt to push him away.

And when his lips covered her breasts again, her fingers dug into his hair and held him there, her back arched and his hand reached for her other hand and held it firmly upon the bed.

"You will have me." He whispered into her neck as he kissed her there and he brought her other hand around his neck and she held onto him firmly.

And he kissed her lips again and again and she kissed him back and her arms around his neck held him tighter when she felt a sharp and sudden intrusion into her body and she winced in pain and pleasure. "and make love to me... no, make hate to me."

"Have me and hate me." He whispered into the side of her face and kissed her there, "Take me." He continued. "All of me." He pushed deeper into her and she cried out and her fingers dug into the flesh upon his shoulders. For it hurt her and he paused and kissed her lips for long moments, easing the pain by stroking her side as he kissed her, and then he moved inside her yet again.

And something in her wished to call out his name but she bit back that desire and just held on to him.

"Take me, Riah." The sound of his voice was almost a growl, "Take all of me." He took her hands from his neck and held them down upon the bed, "till there’s nothing left." and she did. Her heart did not, but her body accepted him, over and over and over again.

And as the night grew more silent, the sounds of their hate-making filled the room. The mixed moans and groans of undeniable pleasure, the shaking and uneven breath, the slurpy sounds of their sweat dripping bodies merging together over and over, and the loud clappings of his firm thrusts.

And when they had both come down from the high peak they had climbed, she laid with her back pressed upon his chest and his arms wrapped around her beautiful body... and she wept.

She wept for the betrayal toward her lover, she wept for herself for she found herself in such a predicament, she wept even more because even though she hated the man who held her, she did not wish to move away from his warmth. It was damning and comforting at the same time.

She wept because she hated herself for enjoying what they did even though it was wrong. And she wept even harder because a part of her had not only expected it, but was still wanting it.

What would Lyle say? What excuse could she give Lyle? How would she explain this betrayal? Why was it that whenever she was with this man, her brain only functioned effectively after they had done the deed?

What was she supposed to tell him when they met again? Would she say this man coerced her, forced her to do it? But she knew very well that there was no force in what they had done... Only coaxing and goading that she had fallen prey to.

Dear goddess! She could have pushed him away, could have fought or screamed to show her disapproval. But the problem was that only her head and heart disapproved... Her lustful body did not.

He would never know. She concluded in her heart. Though it hurt her to lie to him, she would never disclose what they had done in that room that night.

But also she would make sure it never happened again. No matter what! Even it meant pinching herself or burning herself to get rid of the desire this man evokes in her. She would quench it!

"It is alright, my dear spitfire." He whispered over her ears as his fingers stored her hair and tucked some behind her ear. His lips touched where his fingers touched, "your tears are a sign of your hate for me." He crooned, "And I adore these tears you shed." He turned her in his arms and kissed her eyes.

"They are the tears of my dear wife who hates me and loves another, so how can I not adore them?" He kissed her nose.

"Hate me Neriah. I can take it." And she did. She hated him with passion and to some extent, their twisted way of hating was mutual.

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