Impatiently, I helped him get down his jeans and briefs till they pooled at his feet, his gloriously engorged length coming into view.
I sighed delightfully, taking a moment to admire the beauty once more, slowly running my hands over it. Dragos gritted his teeth, his voice coming out in an aroused gruff. "Don't tease me, little inferno"
I ran my hands over it again... slowly. Defiantly.
"Dawn," he said softly, sounding almost like a plea, a frustrated expression on his face.
I lifted my hips and slowly lowered myself on his hard length, my sex muscles tightening around his shaft and expanding to accommodate him. Dragos cursed out in an ancient language, his teeth gritting against each other as I slowly swallowed him.
My head lolled back in pleasure, the moans now escaping my mouth unrestricted as I took every inch of him inside me.
His hands tightened around my waist, aiding me when I started to move my hips.
Suddenly, he reached for the upper part of my sundress and yanked it down so hard it ripped, causing my bare boobs to come spilling out.
The reckless action, coupled with the dark look in his eyes sent a shiver through me, my core clenching in response to the raw passion between us.
Dragos' hands found their way to my breasts, his fingers gently kneading as I moved in rhythm with him. Deftly, they played with the peaky buds of my nipples turning me on even more.
Soon, his hands fell from my breasts, his head pressing further into the seat as I quickened the tempo at which I rode him.
"Argh, Dawn," he cursed, looking so beautiful. His face was consumed with love and desire and something more … lust, the colour of his eyes, deeper.
I could think of nothing else but the need to pleasure him beyond anything… the need to make him come.
The seat was uncomfortable, especially with so much movement going on, but nothing else mattered at that moment.
We were both fueled by something beyond discomfort—our maddening desire … our maddening longing for each other.
A longing that burned all rational thought, and had us acting like animals in heat.
Just as I threaded my hands through his hair, the pad of his thumb started to rub my clitoris in circles and I felt my core clench even tighter around him.
It felt so good and I knew I wasn't far from reaching an orgasm.
Soon, my legs grew weak and Dragos took control, slightly lifting off the seat to take charge, filling me up with consecutive thrusts.
"Come for me," he growled. The order was followed by another long, sleek thrust. "Come for me now"
Like a robot following instructions, I came immediately, my fingers digging into his back as I climaxed hard, my gaze never leaving his.
For a moment, my entire body shook, and Dragos' hands held me in place.
"Good girl," he complimented softly.
Then after a few more thrusts, he came just as hard as I had, his golden brown eyes brightening so much they almost glowed.
He let out a sexy, animalistic groan that rang in my ears as he emptied himself into me, and I'd never felt more satisfied.
I'd been on birth control before my death, but now that I'd come back to life, I wasn't sure how it affected my body.
I didn't know if it was still effective, or if my supernatural revival had rendered it useless.
I quickly made a mental note to visit a doctor when I get to Fiji, to avoid any unexpected consequences.
Exhausted, I leaned on Dragos' shoulder, and we both remained still for a moment, breathing hard.
After I'd rested enough, I sat up and kissed his lips briefly, while he brushed away some sweaty hair strands from my face.
"I feel so embarrassed," I whispered, looking in the direction of the cockpit. "We were loud."
Dragos smiled, "Don't worry. They've already been compelled to forget or ignore any sounds heard"
"Oh?"
"Mm," he smirked, "Don't underestimate my ability to plan things."
When I shifted on his leg, I remembered he was still inside me.
Strangely, I loved the feeling of us being connected this way, but I rose slowly, adjusting my gown.
"I have to shower," I said with a sheepish smile. "Wanna come?"
He smirked dangerously "Absolutely".
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When we landed in Fiji safely, welcomed by its warm climate, I knew the change of environment was exactly what we needed.
Our private villa was located among lush palm trees, the large glass windows and sliding doors of the mansion, leading out to a spacious terrace, where breathtaking views of the blue waters and beautiful horizon greeted us.
The sweet scent of tropical flowers hung in the air, and the sounds of the waves crashing against the reef were like a melody to my ears.
It felt peaceful.
Inside was even better, beautified with extravagant furnishings, lavish marble floors, and amenities. It felt almost too much for me, like I didn't deserve to be there, but when Dragos' arms wrapped around me from behind, I felt at home in his embrace.
"You like it?" He asked softly, his voice sounding excited.
I turned around to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I love it. Thank you"
As I pressed a kiss to his lips, Dragos swept me up in his arms and I burst into giggles, releasing a small squeal.
"Dragos! We haven't even met the staff yet!" I protested, laughing.
"We'll get to them later," he replied with a smile.
Just then, a slender woman entered the room, her face flushing as she took in our appearance.
"So sorry, Mr. Vlad, I'll just…" she trailed off, embarrassed.
"No, it's fine," Dragos replied, gently setting me down. "You must be Lani. No need to apologize"
He looked at me, gesturing to he,r "Baby, this is Lani, the manager."
I nodded with a smile, extending my hand, and Lani shook it respectfully, her smile warm and welcoming.
"Nice to meet you, Lani."
"Same here, miss …" her Fiji accent was thick.
"Call me Dawn."
She nodded, "I'll leave you to settle in. Lunch is ready whenever you're ready. Enjoy"
"We will, thank you".
With a bow, she excused herself, and Dragos chuckled.
"I think we've already made quite a memorable impression here," he whispered, and I playfully rolled my eyes.
"Come," he said, taking my hand, "Let's go see the bedroom."
The master bedroom was just as beautiful as the living room downstairs, with a breathtaking view of the beautiful ocean. A private balcony with a comfortable spot to sit and enjoy the beautiful Fijian sunsets was present, along with potted plants lined down the railings. I didn't realize a contented sigh had slipped out of my mouth until it did.
"I know," Dragos murmured, pressing a kiss to my hair. "It's beautiful."
He looked back at the bedroom, a naughty smile on his lips. "So is the bedroom. I can't wait to ruin it."
Suddenly, his face turned serious as he placed his hands on my shoulders, staring into my eyes, his gaze filled with so much sadness.
"I cannot lose you again, Dawn," he said, his voice breaking.
The raw anguish in his voice felt like a blade twisting in my gut.
He let out a sigh, his gaze lowering to the floor as if he couldn't bear to look at me.
"Hey," I called softly, moving closer and tipping his chin up. "It's never going to happen again. Ever. Okay?"
His face was filled with pain, blame, and anger, each emotion wrestling for dominance as he looked into my eyes. "It was my fault," he whispered. "I wasn't strong enough to protect you. I let Cassius win."
Anger, sorrow, shame. Then anger again danced across his face.
"He slit your throat, Dawn," Dragos choked. "With that sword. And then …"
He couldn't continue.
I froze, remembering the blinding pain that day as my artery was slashed open… the choking gasps that left my lips as my life poured from me.
The terror, the helplessness… it all came rushing back in one moment.
Guilt flooded Dragos' face. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up," he said quickly. It was then I realized, my hand had subconsciously flown to my neck.
I shook my head, exhaling slowly. "No, it's fine," I said, squeezing his palm. "Cassius is dead, Dragos. You made him suffer, and he's gone. And here I am... with you, again."
He drew in a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing. "Come here."
Dragos pulled me close, and I rested my head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
"Give me a moment," he said softly, then turned and walked toward where our traveling boxes were stacked. I watched him rummage through one, unzipping it. When he pulled out his sword, I couldn't help but let out a half-laugh.
"You brought Blitzkrieg?" I asked, arching a brow in disbelief. "On our vacation?"
"Of course," he replied casually as if we were discussing the weather. "Security reasons."
Before I could respond, he closed the distance between us and pressed a brief kiss to my lips. When he pulled back, his expression softened. "My little inferno," he whispered, lowering himself onto one knee. For a moment, he stayed there, as if gathering his thoughts. Then, slowly, he looked up. After unsheathing Blitzkrieg, his other hand reached for mine, and he continued, "By my sword, by my blood, by everything I am... I swear to you. No one will ever take you from me again. If it means cutting through armies or razing the world itself, I'll protect you. Always. This, I promise. By my life, my soul, and everything I have left to give." A frown appeared on his brow. "Nothing will take you from me again. Nothing. And no one will stand in my way."