Captured By The Dragon
Episode 70

Patara

The door shut us in together and silenced the room entirely. Their conversations and laughter faded down the walkway and soon all I could hear was Dylan and his light breathing. My b***d was spiked to the ceiling as my mind replied the night in my old bedroom. The moments when he covered my mouth to keep me from screaming as he moved inside me—just the thought still made me shiver.

When I turned to look at him, he was already out of his seat and his hands were on me. He lifted me slightly so I could reach his lips. He kissed me hurriedly, as if there was no time to waste. His tongue found my own in less than a breath and reminded me who I belonged to.

I gripped onto his shoulders and kissed him back. Our lips colliding sent a new wave of shivers through me. It was a shock of adrenaline that lifted me high up off the ground without ever needing to feel his hands. I didn’t realize how much I had been missing before I met him.

“Not here.” I gasped against his mouth when he started to carry me to the couch. The last thing I wanted was for any of his friends walking in on us in the middle of the living room. I knew full well that he had staff that came in and out of here throughout the day—not to mention if Erik and Cindy came back a little early.

Dylan g*****d but wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed my neck all the way up the steps and kept trying to replace the spots that made me the most vocal. I was almost too distracted to notice how smoothly he walked even when he wasn’t looking. He didn’t bump me into the wall once or trip over the stairs to send us both to the ground.

He knew every step before he took it and mixed with his strength… I felt a heat pulse between my legs.

My arousal was still new and confusing to me. I didn’t know why certain things made my thighs clench tighter together. Simple things, like the way his hair was set or the way his veins looked on his hands. Those sort of things never ignited anything in me before. And they were such… normal things.

Now, those things triggered dirty thoughts that made me blush when I was in a room full of people. The thoughts were still new, but sometimes I felt as if they were very unwelcome and a bit embarrassing when Dylan looked at me.

Dylan found his room and laid me against his bed. The silky sheets were untouched for days while they slept in a random guest room that was now declared as Ethan’s room. I couldn’t help but wonder if this room was now… mine too.

He unbuttoned the top of my dress slowly with his eyes on mine the whole time. His hands… they looked so large trying to unfasten my dress with a skill I didn’t want to know how he gained. My mind swirled as I watched him almost as if I was in a daze.

Soon, our clothes turned to piles on the floor in a flash. I still wasn’t used to his speed, I swore I was lost in my mind as he quickened his movements and undressed me but I really wanted to pinch myself for missing the seconds where he took off his own shirt.

Dylan crawled on top of me and spread my legs with his hand so he could fit between my legs perfectly. “We don’t have long… the path here isn’t nearly as large as the one at my old house.” He said quietly.

My eyes were stuck on his mouth. I knew we only had minutes, but I wanted hours. I wanted him to touch every inch of me and replace every place that made me scream. I could see in his eyes that he wanted that too, but we both knew they wouldn’t take long before they came back… plus now they had a baby to care for.

Dylan leaned down to k**s my heated skin. His hands moved up my body slowly to leave goosebumps behind. I let my own hands be a little brave and move up his back to feel every muscle he had.

I felt him shiver beneath my touch. Without another word, he slowly pushed inside me. My lips parted instantly and I tried to hold back my m**n but Dylan kissed me the second he heard the sound.

My eager h**s moved up against him and pushed him in deeper inside me. I gripped his back and plunged my nails deep into his skin. He g*****d against my mouth and all I wanted to do was swallow the sound whole.

I opened my legs a little wider as he started to thrust inside me. I felt… so different. I felt wanted and desired like never before. Only when his hands touched me like this did I feel the spark of confidence that I never knew was inside me before.

Our bodies moved together in a l**t filled passion that made me dizzy and breathless. His desperate mouth trailed across my skin and bit me to mark me as his own.

I dared myself to do the same. I leaned up to k**s his neck and nibble at his skin as he moved inside me. It was hard to focus on anything when his thrusts started to get deeper and harder. I had to pull away just to m**n his name.

Finally, I bit his neck enough to leave a small mark that I knew would be gone soon. I laid back against the bed with a huff and looked up at him with a slight satiation. He was mine and I was his.

His face was twisted in pleasure, but I almost died when he smirked down at me. I wanted to twist our limbs together and never unravel from each other when he looked at me like that.

I felt that part of my lower stomach fill with a bliss I couldn’t control. His grunts and m***s were getting deeper and more frequent—but not nearly as frequent as my own.

I laid my head back against the soft pillow to bare my neck for his taking as I felt my body hit its climax. I screamed his name and his mouth captured the sound at the end as if it was a game he wanted to win.

It wasn’t long before my name was painted on his lips with his own desire. He m****d into my mouth and I felt him finish inside me without a second thought. The back of my mind knew I should have been more concerned—we should have used protection.

But in the moment, I didn’t care. He laid back against the bed and I laid on his sweaty body. He wrapped me up in his arms and for once, the world was right. If only for a few minutes.