Bound To The Ice Dragon King
Chapter 201: Wedding night (part 3)

Chapter 201: Wedding night (part 3)

Draven gazed down into her intoxicating dark eyes, his raging desire for her increased a hundred times by her touch and her voice, and still he held back, mesmerized by the incredible sweetness of her as she trailed her fingertips down his chest and touched his wounds as if she wanted to heal them with her touch.

Draven watched her. In the dragon realm, it was considered weak to have any unhealed wounds, and most of the female dragons would never settle for a male who couldn’t heal by himself. But knowing full well that, unlike the Dragon women who found it disgusting to have unhealed wounds, Rhea wouldn’t shudder with disgust at those wounds on his back and chest.

He expected something different from the beautiful angel in his arms, but he was not prepared for what happened, or for his own turbulent reaction to it: Her fingers touched his scars and unhealed wounds, sliding slowly toward the one closest to his heart, making his muscles leap reflexively as he fought to keep himself from taking her.

When at last she raised her eyes to his, they were bright with unshed tears, and her beautiful face was pale with torment. In a fierce, tortured moan, she whispered, "Good Heavens, you have hurt too much in all your life..." And before he could imagine what she meant to do, she bent her head, her lips softly touching each scar as if trying to heal it, her arms sliding tightly, protectively, around him, and Draven lost control.

Shoving his fingers into her heavy, smooth hair, he rolled her onto her back. "Oh, Rheanna," he groaned hoarsely, kissing her eyes, her cheek, her forehead, her lips.

"Rheanna..." he whispered again and again. And the sound of that word, the hoarseness of his deep voice, affected Rhea as vibrantly as the things he began doing to her. His mouth went to her breast, teasing the taut peak, then closing tightly around it, drawing hard, until Rhea was gasping, arching her back, clasping his head to her breasts. His hands shifted, gliding down her midriff to her waist, then lower to her thighs.

Reflexively, Rhea clamped her legs together, and a muffled, groaning laugh escaped from his mouth as his lips returned to plunder hers with heated passion. "Don’t close them for me, sweetheart," he whispered hotly, his fingers delicately trailing down between her thighs, seeking entrance. "It won’t hurt for long, I promise." He whispered against her lips.

Shivers of delight and fear were racing through Rhea’s body, but she responded to neither of those; she responded instead to the need she heard in his voice. With a conscious effort, she forced the muscles in her legs to relax, and the moment she did, his skillful fingers parted her legs again, slipping deep inside her wet warmth. Tenderly and skillfully, he began pleasuring her, preparing the way for his passionate invasion.

Clutching him to her, her face buried against the crook of his neck, Rhea felt as if her body were on fire, melting and flowing, and a sob of startled pleasure escaped her lips. Just when she thought she would surely explode from the feelings building inside her, Draven’s knee parted her thighs and he positioned himself between her parted legs.

Rhea’s closed eyes immediately flew opened and she saw him poised above her. A Dragon who was known for his legendary powers, the same man who had hurt her before and touched and kissed her many times, was now her husband. His handsome face was hard and dark with passion and a pulse was throbbing in his temple as he fought to hold himself back.

He looked down at her with so much tenderness that made her heart tremble with love. With a gentle coaxing voice, he whispered, "I am about to enter you. Tell me if the pain is unbearable and I will stop, okay?"

Rhea shyly nodded her head, but then deep down she was starting to get anxious. As if sensing her fear, Draven pressed his lips on her temple. "I will be gentle."

His hands finally went beneath her, lifting her hips to receive him. Rhea felt his hot hardness probing, poised at the entrance, and she met her fate as bravely as she’d met it each time she faced any dangerous situation with him. Closing her eyes, Rhea wrapped her trembling arms tightly around his neck, waiting for the pain that was about to hit her.

Feeling how tightly she was holding onto his neck, the gesture was shattering to Draven. A shudder shook him as Rhea surrendered in his arms and he inched his throbbing shaft into her incredible warmth, uncertain how much pain he was going to cause her and desperate to lessen it.

The time he had taken with her had eased his passage, and he felt her smoothed warmth tightly sheathing him, expanding to encase him. Twisted into knots of desire, his heart beating painfully, he eased himself into her until he finally encountered the fragile barrier.

He withdrew by inches, and shifted forward again, and then withdrew, determined to make her opening take in the whole of him. He was desperate to bury himself within her, but hating the pain he was going to cause her by doing so. This was her first time, and he was trying his possible best not to take her like his starved body was demanding.

Draven wrapped his arms tightly around her as if he could absorb the pain into himself, he spoke against her lips again, his voice hoarse: "Rhea, I’m sorry." And he drove full-length into her, hearing her gasp of pain as her arms tightened automatically around him.

He waited for her pain to subside, and then he began moving inside of her, gently sliding upward and withdrawing, thrusting deeper each time, withdrawing further, his body fully aroused and desperate, his will straining for control.

Delicately he circled his hips against hers, his passion tripled by her soft moan of delight and her hands sliding to his hips, clasping him to her. Switching to deep, rhythmic thrusts, Draven plunged into her and felt her body begin moving with his. He could not believe the pleasure she was giving him, the way her body felt clasped around his swollen shaft, sheathing him, or the sweet torture of her instinctive movements.

"That’s my girl," He whispered hoarsely.

Quick, piercing stabs of desire were rhythmically jarring Rhea’s body and she moved with him, mindlessly seeking something she sensed he was trying to give her, and coming closer to it and closer to it as he quickened his driving, insistent strokes. The pulsing deep inside of her suddenly exploded in a wild burst of piercing pleasure that racked her body with wave after wave of sensations.

Rhea’s spasms clasped him, clenching and pulling against his engorged manhood. Draven wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding perfectly still, to increase her pleasure, his breath coming in fast, deep pants against her cheek. He waited until they subsided, his heart thundering against his ribs, and then he drove into her, no longer able to control the force of his thrusts, his whole frame jerking convulsively again and again until he made his release inside her.

Floating in a sea of mindless pleasure, her body still joined with his, Rhea felt Draven move onto his side and bring her with him, and she drifted slowly back to consciousness. Her eyelids flickered open, the shadows in the room slowly took form and shapes. She heard the wind blow against the balcony door of their room, and the window curtains floated softly with the wind.

The realization of all that had passed between them came flooding back to her mind. And right here, held securely in his strong arms, Rhea knew the feeling of being loved. She had never known making love to be this wonderful and pleasurable. Heavens. Beneath her cheek, she heard the heavy, rhythmic beating of his heart, and she swallowed a lump of sweet emotion. She had found something else here, something beautiful and desirable, a feeling of being where she belonged.

At this moment where she lay in his arms, she desired to hear him say the word he hadn’t spoken to her in words. She wanted to hear him call her name like he had done when making love to her a moment ago and say it.

As if her need to hear his voice communicated itself to him, Draven spoke, "Rheanna," he swiftly changed their position so he could see her face clearly. His blue eyes were filled with affection as he whispered to her gently, "I love you." Then sealed her swollen lips for another heated kiss.

Rhea didn’t know when she began to cry until Draven stopped kissing her and looked down at her in corner, "What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head and, after two attempts, managed to whisper, "No, you didn’t hurt me. I am crying because I love you more." She buried her head in his chest and cried out.

"Oh, Rheanna. Don’t cry," He hugged her to his body, "I love you." He repeated.