The Selection: Bride Of The Dark Dragon

MIRA

“You’ve been a naughty little mage”, he says in a lower than usual voice…

“Uh-huh”, I say while my fingers travel to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as if they’ve done it hundreds of times before, “So, soooo bad!”

The shirt falls to the floor and I see the naked, muscly, well-sculpted back of the gerdian lord for the first time. Well, the real me. The one in the dream is pretty comfortable with the sight. What grasps my attention is a tattoo on his left shoulder blade – it’s a black dragon curling into a circle with only its wings protruding beyond the shape, big and powerful wings. Beautiful but also scary for some reason… Is it my sick imagination? Derrien definitely does not look like a tattoo kind of man. Mostly mercenaries and lower-ranked warriors that come from commoner background have those…

Meanwhile, the me in the dream starts seductively kissing the lord’s back and I feel his muscles flex under my arms and his breathing becoming heavy.

“Is it all just a game to you?” he asks me firmly.

“Oh, I’m sorry”, I mutter sarcastically, “You are not in the mood… I’d better leave then!”

I turn on my bare feet and take a few steps towards the exit, but he catches me by my hand and pulls me back into a deep and possessive k**s. I feel dizzy, even though it’s just a dream again. But it feels exactly the same way as when he kissed me in reality. Am I going crazy?

“You are not going anywhere!”, he smirks and lifts me into his hands. He walks around the sofa that stands in front of the fireplace and enters a room behind it, which is to absolutely no surprise of mine is the bedroom. Oh, gods!

Derrien throws me onto the massive four-post bed with tulle curtains as if I weigh nothing, then clicks his fingers and dozens of candles light up in the dark room, giving us some light. He walks slowly around the bed, not taking his eyes off me, and unbuckles his pants. I want to close my eyes and turn away, but the me in the dream has no such desires… He steps into the area that is covered from my eyes by an undone tulle curtain and I can only see the shape of him. I gulp realizing that he is now naked and coming to me. I have never… I’ve never been with anyone like this…

His hand emerges from the darkness, as he stands on the side of the room where there are no candles at all, and brushes over my face and lower l*p, making me breathe deeper… It then slides lower, to my chest and he cups one of them gently, and then the other… making my n*****s harden under his touch. He then pays attention to the only two ties that hold the thin silk olive nightgown on my body and unties them in turns. Then he hooks the cold fabric with his fingers and helps it slide down to my very waist, leaving my breasts open to his gaze. A m**n escapes me… And not the me in the dream, in the real me… but she repeats it simultaneously. Gods, this is too intense for me! Feels too real!

His hand then travels to the lower parts of my nightgown and brushing his hand over my calves and then thighs, he lifts it up to my waist as well.

“Naughty little mage does not wear any underwear,” he chuckles as his fingers brush over my center and I gasp at the impulses it sends all over me. I close my eyes and arch my back as the sensations overwhelm me.

“Derrien!”, his name escapes my lips.

“You know how to call me, Mira,” he whispers into my ear and I feel the mattress next to me dip with his weight. He k****s me again, with so much desire and passion…

“Rien!”, I m**n in his arms and he leaves a trail of k****s from my neck to my belly and then lower… What is he…

Oh, gods! …

Gods!

GODS!

“Gods!”, I scream and wake up as my body pulses with waves of pleasure coming from my core. Wave, after wave, after wave!

I breathe heavily and flap my lashes trying to adjust to the light.

“Shhh, Mira, it alright”, strong hands, soothing voice… I don’t realize what is going on at first, but I know now that it was just a dream. I am back in the carriage, back in Derrien’s arms… Wait, where am I?

His hand emerges from the darkness, as he stands on the side of the room where there are no candles at all, and brushes over my face and lower l*p, making me breathe deeper… It then slides lower, to my chest and he cups one of them gently, and then the other… making my n*****s harden under his touch. He then pays attention to the only two ties that hold the thin silk olive nightgown on my body and unties them in turns. Then he hooks the cold fabric with his fingers and helps it slide down to my very waist, leaving my breasts open to his gaze. A m**n escapes me… And not the me in the dream, in the real me… but she repeats it simultaneously. Gods, this is too intense for me! Feels too real!Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

I try to stand up, but he holds me in place. I am stuck lying in his arms, one of which brushes my cheeks in circular motions. I look at him and swallow… His brown with red tint eyes now look much redder. And sparks of dark magic dance so wildly…

“Wh-what are you doing?”, I ask hesitantly. He looks like he can devour me any moment now.

“You had an interesting dream, Mira”, he smirks and I blush. He can’t possibly know, can he? “Maybe you would like to tell me what you saw?”

“Just a regular nightmare,” I like, the dream still makes my body shudder, but not in a bad way, “I am alright. You can let go of me.”

“A nightmare?”, he looks displeased at my words, “Hm. Mira, to forget a nightmare, you need to replace it with some kind of good memories!”

And before I can say anything, he covers my lips with his in a greedy k**s. I must be too shaken by what I just saw and experience, or maybe I have simply got mad, but I respond… Hesitantly… but it’s all the invitation he needs. I feel the heat between us. Gods, it’s so unbearably hot inside this carriage!

A m**n escapes me when his tongue touches my neck… Just like in the dream…

And that’s when we both feel the strange shaking of our transportation and the sounds of wheels on the ground… There’s no denying that we have just landed.

He stops the k****s and just leaves his face, buried into my neck, swearing under his heavy breath…

“Derrien,” I call his name carefully, “We arrived…”

He lifts up and carefully places me on a seat next to him and I exhale loudly. Probably too loudly to his taste, as he grasps me by my chin and makes me look into his shining with dark magic eyes once again, “This is not over, Mira!”