The Selection: Bride Of The Dark Dragon

LARA

“What did you just do?!” I screamed at him in horror, hands digging into my hair, while he just stood there smiling and leaning over the bookshelf like nothing happened, “Take that back!”

“If I could…”, he sighed and then smirked again, “I still wouldn’t do it.”

“Demir!” I grasped his shoulders, “This is suicide! What are you doing?! It’s crazy!”

He suddenly got serious and placed his warm palm on my cheek, “Lara, can we stop playing this game? Can we stop being miserable and lonely? I am tired… I miss you so much…”

He pulled me into a hug, and I tuck my face into his chest, feeling defeated… but also relieved. I didn’t even know what to think yet, but tears started rolling down my cheeks and I felt his hands closing around me.

“It’s over, Angel,” he muttered while placing soft k****s over the top of my head, “We can be together now. It’s over…”

“But the prophecy,” I mumbled. However much relieved I was, the thought alone that I may lose him for real was making me shudder.

“I don’t care about it,” he whispered, pressing me tighter.

Of course, he didn’t. I wish I could say the same…

“But what if you will die because of it? What if some great disaster will happen or…”, I tried to explain to him but to no avail.

“Shh,” he raised my chin so that I could look at him and wiped my tears away with his thumb, “Lara, disasters happen even without prophecies. Wars happen for no good reasons. And we will all die one day. I lived a long life as it is. But I refuse to spend the rest of it without you. I need you like air. For the first time, I am this close to happiness, and I mean real happiness. I am not ready to let it go. I don’t want to be done with this… not for nothing, not for anything!”

He bent lower, slowly this time, and I felt his soft lips on mine, not being able to ignore the urge to respond to his k**s. There was no point to resist now, I lost and he won. And he was going to claim his prize. It was clear by the way his grasp on me was becoming stronger, the hands were now roaming my body and it somehow became much hotter in the room which wasn’t even real.

“This is blackmail!” I muttered in between k****s, still not willing to give up.

“Uh-huh,” he agreed eagerly, lifting me up in his hands and walking out of the room.

“This is dishonest!” I threw it at him.

“Absolutely!” he nodded while pushing the door with his foot.

“Reckless!” I kept on going, “Insolent!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckled, “Time, Lara, time! Either you agree to become my wife or the magic will start killing me slowly… Or maybe you’d like me to marry one of those blondes after all?”

“In your dreams!” I snapped and he let out a laugh, “I’ll have to keep my eye on you! You are absolutely unbearable! And… irresponsible!”

I didn’t even notice how he brought me to his chambers in the palace and when he stopped next to the bed and placed me back to my feet, looked angrily at his smug face.

“Is that a yes?” he smiled and sparks of dark magic started dancing in his eyes, anticipating my answer.

“Just so that you know,” I raised my chin high, “This is the worst proposal in the world!”

“Are you kidding me?” he grinned, “This is going to be the story that will make us stars of every ball or gathering of any kind! And our grandchildren are going to love it!”

I rolled my eyes but now even I had a hard time holding back a silly smile.

“I’ll repeat my question,” he got serious again, holding me by my waist, “Is that a yes? Lady Lara Artess, do you agree to become my wife and spend our whole life together? Prophecy or no prophecy?”

“Yes,” I said and wrapped my hands around his neck.

“Finally!” Demir growled and crashed his lips into mine. We kissed just a few minutes ago but he was so greedy again as if it had been months. “I missed you so much,” he muttered, grasping the hair at the back of my head and tugging it slightly to give himself better access to my neck, which he immediately covered with wet k****s. His free hand already started dealing with the ties at the back of my dress masterfully.

“I missed you too,” I confessed while battling with the belts of his jacket. It had far too many of those to my taste.

He was done first, and I felt his palm slid under the fabric of my dress and help peel it off me gently inch by inch, creating tingles along the way. My gown fell to my feet and for a second there he froze, watching me, taking me in. He traced the lines of my body with his fingers, admiration in his eyes. And I felt heat rushing to my cheeks, regretting once again my hasty decision to cut my hair. There was nothing to cover myself with anymore. I wanted to hide at least some part of me but he caught my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently.

“You are so beautiful, Lara,” he said with the most serious face, “No need to hide. Not from me. Please, never hide from me again.”

I knew he wasn’t talking about me being naked and I stepped closer, taking his face into my hands.

“I think it’s too late for that,” I smiled, “This time I am staying no matter what…”

“Chaos,” he swore under his breath, cupping my buttock with one hand and bringing me closer with another, “I sure damn hope so, Lara. I can’t do it all over again…”

“You wouldn’t have to,” I dealt with the last belt and helped him out of his jacket. The shirt that was underneath he took off himself in one swift move and then got rid of his knee-high boots as well. He lifted me up and then gently placed me onto the bed, pulling down the remains of my underwear and throwing it away.

Demir towered over me and I felt his hardness through his pants. My hands stretched to help and let it out, but he leaned lower and started planting wet gentle pecs all over me, making me arch my back from all the sensations. I could swear I heard him chuckle, but I did not care anymore. Especially when he knelt next to the bed and pulled me to the very edge by my thighs, securing them on both sides of his shoulders.

“Demir!” I whimpered, biting my l*p as I felt his fingers stroking my sensitive spot and his tongue flickering over and over my petals. My first release came fast under his masterful guidance, wild and uncontrollable, making my whole body tremble in his hands. A growl emerged from him as he stood up again and started unbuckling his pants. Breathless, I waited for him and he did not disappoint, spreading my legs and positioning himself in between.

He nudged at my opening and smiled at me right before thrusting himself into me and making me give out a loud m**n. And then again, and again, and again. Slowly but deeply.

“Mine,” he g*****d as he entered me to the hilt and bent lower to k**s my breasts, neck, cheeks, lips, anything he could find… He stilled unexpectedly before any of us was able to reach the c****x and I saw that he was struggling to do it. Then why did he?

“What is wrong, Demir?” I asked him, panting, desperate to continue.

“I want to… need to… mark you,” his breathing came out torn and hectic, “Love you… so much, Lara.”

I didn’t know what he meant exactly but I saw the need and desire in his eyes. And I trusted him enough to agree without knowing all the details. So, I just nodded and whispered, “Do it, Demir. Do what you have to. I love you too.”

Relief on his face told me that he still doubted me before this moment. But there was so much warmness in his gaze that I knew – there was no doubting this man. If I could ever trust anyone – that would be him.

He placed his hand on my chest, where the heart was, and looked me straight into the eyes. The purple rings around his blue irises started glowing with dark magic and I felt a burning sensation on my skin under his palm. It’s at that moment that he started pounding into me with precise strength as if he has lost the last bit of control. I locked my legs at his back, succumbing to primal desires.

This time the release exploded my body into myriads of tiny pieces. I forgot about anything and everything. But in that sweet chaos I only knew one thing, we now belonged to each other forever. Two soulmates, two halves of the same whole, connected forever with an unbreakable bond. And the glowing that came from the place on my chest where he touched me, let me know that I wasn’t imagining things.

Demir roared on top of me, threw his head back and magic started flowing from him to me, bringing all kinds of amazing sensations. Thrust, another – and he stilled inside of me…

“Mine,” he smiled, still panting and brushing his palm over my cheek.

“Mine,” I replied and did the same to him…