Page 38 of Claimed By the Drakarn Warrior Lord

The realization struck with sudden, undeniable force, the words tumbling out like a dam had broken. “I love you.” The admission was a raw whisper, choked with the unfamiliar burn of unshed tears prickling at the back of my eyes. It was a fragile offering, terrified and utterly sincere. “I’m so sorry. I?—”

His large, clawed hands cupped my face, theunexpected gentleness of his touch in contrast to his imposing strength. My words faltered, dying the moment his golden gaze locked onto mine, holding me captive. My chest rose and fell too quickly, my heart a frantic drum against the deafening silence stretching between us, but his touch remained steady, anchoring.

“You are my mate,” he breathed, the words a fierce whisper, quieter than I’d ever heard him, but undeniably powerful. His thumbs brushed over my cheeks, a subtle caress erasing the tears I hadn’t even realized were falling. “That means I have already forgiven you.”

“But I?—”

“You are mine, Terra,” he stated, his voice still soft, but edged with steel. “Always. There is nothing to forgive.”

And before I could argue, before I could even think to resist—as if resistance was a possibility I truly entertained—his lips claimed mine.

His kiss was firm, insistent, and imbued with a surprising tenderness. I met his urgency, my hands fisting in the rough fabric of his tunic, fighting the instinctive urge to drag him closer, to meld our bodies into one. The quiet intensity of the moment was overwhelming, a raw vulnerabilitythat compelled me to pull away and to hold on tighter all at the same time.

His tongue slipped past my lips, a silent invitation that I accepted without hesitation. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady mix of something uniquely his and the lingering heat of the Volcaryth suns. A shiver danced down my spine, and I pressed closer, the solid warmth of his body an anchor.

His hands moved from my face, one tracing the curve of my back, pressing me against him, the other cupping the nape of my neck, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. I felt the subtle scrape of his claws against my skin, a reminder of the untamed power he held, even in this tender embrace.

Fear should have been my first reaction, but all I felt was a surge of excitement, a thrill that chased away the lingering shadows of guilt and doubt.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, against my mouth, sending a delicious tremor through me, a silent challenge I had no desire to refuse. My heart hammered, a frantic rhythm echoing the possessive urgency of his kiss. My fingers tightened in his tunic, pulling him closer, unwilling to cede even a millimeter of space.

He broke the kiss, just long enough for his gaze to lock with mine. His pupils were dilated, the goldof his irises burning with an intensity that stole my breath. “You are mine, Terra,” he murmured, his voice a rough caress.

“Yes. Yours.” The words were out before I consciously formed them, a raw response that earned me a fierce, possessive smile, a flash of predatory satisfaction that sent a fresh wave of shivers down my spine. His wings shifted behind him, the leathery whisper of their movement filling the brief silence before he lowered his head to kiss me again.

My hands, freed from their grip on his tunic, traced the hard line of his chest, feeling the thick muscles beneath the fabric. He tensed subtly as my fingers brushed over a scar, deeper than the others, his claws at the small of my back twitching almost imperceptibly. I paused, my fingertips tracing the uneven edges of the faded mark. “What’s this from?” I murmured, pulling back slightly to meet his gaze.

He hesitated, his eyes flicking away for second before returning to mine. “A long time ago,” he began, his voice suddenly thick with the weight of buried memories. “When I was young. Foolish. I underestimated an opponent.” He shrugged, a dismissive gesture that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “A lesson learned in blood and pain.” His hand coveredmine, pressing my palm firmly against his chest. “It does not matter now.”

Before I could question further, he swept me off my feet, my legs wrapping around his hips just below the curve of his wings as he stalked towards the sleeping platform. My clothing seemed to vanish in a flurry of frantic movement, impatient hands stripping away the barriers until it was skin against heated scale.

He laid me on the soft silks of the platform, his gaze never leaving mine as he loomed above me, a magnificent predator claiming his prize. His body was a breathtaking blend of muscle and sharp angles, the obsidian scales gleaming in the gentle light filtering through the crystalline formations, and a surge of lust pulsed through me.

This formidable creature, this alien warrior, was mine, and I devoured him with my eyes, tracing the powerful lines of his wings, the intricate patterns of his scales. His golden eyes burned into me, reflecting a raw, possessive intensity that mirrored my own desire.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, the words barely audible, yet they seemed to echo in the stillness of the cavern. His wings flaredat the simple declaration.

His lips curved into a slow, predatory smile that sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. “So are you,luvae.” His voice was a low purr, a vibration against my skin that ignited a firestorm within me. He leaned down, his wings partially unfurling, enveloping us in a private cocoon of shadow and heat. “I want to hear you say it again,” he murmured against my lips, his breath warm and heavy.

My heart pounded against my ribs, my stomach flipping with a potent cocktail of anticipation and nervous excitement. I felt exposed, vulnerable, yet the familiar tremor of fear was absent, replaced by an overwhelming sense of rightness. “I love you, Darrokar.”

A growl rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure pleasure and possession as his lips claimed mine again, the kiss fierce, demanding, leaving no doubt of his claim. His mouth moved to the sensitive skin of my neck, his tongue tracing a tantalizing path, sending shivers cascading down my spine. The subtle scratch of his fangs against my flesh was a thrilling reminder of the predator lurking beneath the surface, and I shuddered, my nails digging into the solid muscle of his back, urging him closer.

“More,” I gasped, my voice a breathy plea, and it was enough.

He pulled back, his gaze burning into mine, his lips curled into a wickedly seductive smile. “Anything for you,luvae.”

My hips arched instinctively, my body begging for the contact only he could provide. A deep laugh vibrated through his chest as he shifted, his movements fluid and deliberate. In one swift motion, he rolled us over, pinning me beneath him, his weight a welcome pressure.

His cock, thick and pulsing with anticipation, pressed against my entrance, and a sharp gasp escaped my lips as he slowly, deliberately, pushed inside me. It was everything I remembered, every time before, only amplified, the molten heat of him filling me, stretching me in ways I hadn’t thought possible.

He moved slowly at first, his hips grinding against mine in a wild rhythm. I urged him deeper, wanting to lose myself completely within him. He obliged with a low growl, his cock throbbing inside me, each pulse sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core. The sensation was almost too intense, the raw heat of him, the satisfying stretch, the profound sense of being utterly consumed. I arched my back, pressing my breasts against hisscaled chest, and he groaned, the sharp tips of his fangs grazing my neck.

“Darrokar,” I gasped, my voice a ragged whisper, but he offered no verbal response, only a deeper growl as his hips began to move faster, driving into me with a dark, relentless intensity that left me breathless and trembling beneath him.

His pace quickened, each thrust hitting that elusive sweet spot deep within me, blurring my vision, silencing the frantic chatter of my mind. I clung to him, my nails digging into the unyielding strength of his scales as I met his every movement, my hips rising to take him even deeper, craving the exquisite friction.

The air thickened with the sound of our ragged breathing, the slick slap of skin against scale, and the low, guttural sounds of pleasure that escaped his lips with each powerful thrust.

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