Page 101 of Rescued By The Dragon

Dorran slammed the microwave door shut and turned to face me.

“Yes. I was having a dream about my mother, which I’m pretty certain didn’t happen, because I was too old, and Evian showed up.” I twirled a piece of my ponytail around my finger.

Dorran stared out the kitchen window and into the darkness. I wasn’t sure if he saw something or not, but he looked pissed. When the food was ready, he slid the plate toward me, and I inhaled the garlic parmesan chicken. “Thank you for this.”

Dorran braced his forearms on the counter in front of his plate. “Toby brought it from the castle. I've been trying to sleep today so you won't be alone tonight. I'm sure Glendora made it. I miss her cooking."

We both ate in silence, only the sound of our silverware against our plates, and the occasional guard speaking outside. Dorran took my plate when I finished, and I walked down the hallway to start a shower.

The water didn’t bring new powers like I secretly hoped because we would need all the manpower we could get when they got here.

The shower door opened, and Dorran’s scent wafted inward. His body always warmed me when he neared, and put me at east. He didn’t say anything when he walked inside, only sank his fingers into my hair and began to massage my scalp.

The pressure against my skin felt good enough that I could have fallen back asleep. “I’m afraid,” I whispered.

Dorran turned me to face him, water cascading down his face and chest. “It’s okay to be afraid. It’s when you give up there’s a problem.”

There were so many what-ifs racing in my mind.

What if we didn’t win?

What if Evian dragged me back to their kingdom and burned me at the stake?

My tears mixed with the water, and Dorran pulled me to his chest. I rested there in his arms until all my sadness turned to anger.

I was angry that my childhood had been taken from me.

Angry that someone wanted to take away my happily ever after that I deserved right when it was given to me.

Dorran bent down and kissed my forehead softly—sweetly.

I tangled my fingers into his hair and pressed my mouth against his. The kiss was angry. I knew my feelings were spilling out of me and onto him, but Dorran seemed to eat them up like candy. I was glad because I had so much to give.

Dorran reached down and palmed my ass, lifting me to his hips, he propped me against the shower door, his mouth heavy on mine.

The feelings inside of me were raging.

Out of control.

Dorran maneuvered me around until he was pressed against my entrance. He made eye contact with me, filling me in one solid thrust, he fisted my hair and pressed my back against the shower wall.

A cry fell out of my mouth at the pressure.

Each thrust pushed me harder onto him.

Into the moment. Into us.

Dorran began to whisper into my ear, my name, ungodly things that made me blush, but my body loved it. I yearned for him so deeply that I wanted more than he could give me.

His teeth against my neck, and the bite marks I knew he’d leave there, added to the rough feeling of his palm against my ass, and his animalistic thrusts. It all mixed together in a bowl of need that washed me free of my stress.

“More,” I begged, hoping Evian would see. That he would see what he was taking from me.

The tears on my cheeks dried and the anger grew. Before long, I was on all fours on the shower floor, Dorran’s hand rested above my head against the wall as he hammered into me from behind.

The water from the shower fell into my eyes, and I tilted my head to get a better angle to see.

An orgasm spilled out of me, and my eyes closed in pure enjoyment, but Dorran’s thrusts stopped.

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