Page 48 of King of Fire and Scales

Thalia responded without hesitation. “I want nothing more in this world," she mewled.

The king’s eyes lit up. “Then I will not tease you any further, my love.”

Thalia’s cries of pleasure rang off the castle walls as he began the act of worship.

TWENTY-FOUR

DRAKE

Drake’s hands tangled in Thalia’s hair as he leaned down to kiss her. Her moan of desire echoed through the silent night, bouncing off the cold stone walls of the castle.

A fierce wind blew outside, but within these ancient walls, their passion ignited a heat that could rival any storm. Thalia’s hands traced a path up Drake’s muscular back, pulling him ever closer.

Drake broke away from their passionate kiss, a trail of fire seeming to linger on his lips as he gazed down at Thalia, her brown eyes aflame with desire and love. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it delicately behind her ear. His fingers traced along the soft curve of her cheek, an intimate gesture that left Thalia breathless.

“I love you, Thalia,” Drake whispered.

Her answering smile was enough for him, but she leaned forward and pressed her lips gently against his. “I love you too.”

Her fingers moved down to the hem of his shirt. She pulled it over his head and tossed it on the floor revealing a canvas of taut muscles rippling beneath tanned skin.

Drake's chest was a topography of strength and determination, each scar narrating a story of battles fought, both with the world and within himself. His heart raced beneath her touch, a cadence that matched her own.

Drake's hands roamed over her, every touch lighting up her senses, searing their memory into her very being. His fingers danced over her back, tracing patterns that sparked electricity up and down her spine. He undressed her quickly, eager to see every inch of her.

Thalia pulled away to catch her breath, a dizzying smile playing at her lips as she drank in the sight before her. Drake's eyes were dark with desire, his chest heaving as he mirrored her panting breaths. He reached out to grasp her hand, threading their fingers together as they stared at each other.

Without a word, Drake freed her from the confines of her clothing, exposing her completely. Everything about her was breathtaking, from the swell of soft curves to the dip of her waist.

Her skin glowed ethereally in the dim light, cast golden by flickering candlelight. Drake traced a reverent finger over her collarbone, down to the valley between her breasts, and lower still until his hand rested on the curve of her hip. His touch was gentle but confident, a testament to their shared intimacy.

"I need you," Thalia whispered into his ear, her voice sending shivers down Drake's spine.

His touch explored the contours of her figure appreciatively as she shivered under his gaze. Thalia's skin was like satin beneath his hands, and Drake could not help but marvel at the woman who had chosen to give herself to him.

His lips found hers once more, their actions speaking louder than any words ever could. The intensity of their love sparked a flame that seemed to engulf them wholly, the world beyond their touch fading into oblivion.

He leaned down to capture a nipple in his mouth, and she cried out as a wave of glorious sensations swept over her. He continued his ministrations, tracing the curve of her breast with his tongue while his hand roamed lower, discovering the heat that lay between her thighs. Thalia whimpered, her fingers curling into Drake's hair as she surrendered herself to the pleasure he was igniting within her.

His free hand cradled her head, holding her gaze captive as he found the rhythm that made her squirm with delight. Drake moved up to claim her lips again, his kiss swallowing her gasps and cries.

Her body writhed in a symphony of desire. Their movements were perfectly synchronized in the dance of seduction they had perfected over time.

"Drake," she moaned, a desperate plea for him to push her over the edge. His lips moved down to whisper against the sensitive skin of her neck as he increased the pace of his strokes, driving Thalia toward the climax that had been slowly building inside her.

When it hit, it was like a tidal wave crashing through every nerve ending in Thalia's body. Her back arched and she screamed out Drake's name as she convulsed beneath him. He kept stroking her until he wrung every wave of pleasure from her sweat-soaked body.

Drake was lost in the rapture of her climax, the sight of Thalia lost in pleasure was a sight he wouldn't forget. He knew what this moment meant to Thalia and him. Drake shifted his weight, nestling between her trembling legs as he kissed her fiercely. His dragon flared beneath his skin, begging for everything she had and he was determined to wring it from her.

His lips trailed a burning path from her mouth down to her neck, his hands cradling her face as he drank in the sight of her, spent and glorious beneath him. Desire flamed brightly in his eyes as he aligned himself with her, every fiber of his being thrumming with the need to claim her as his own.

Thalia's fingers dug into his shoulders, an encouraging nod given before she pulled him closer, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of an intricate puzzle. Her breath hitched as he pushed inside her. Drake stilled, allowing her time to adjust to him.

Their eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between them. They moved in unison, Drake thrusting into Thalia with a steady rhythm that had them both gasping in pleasure. Every stroke, every touch was a sweet torment that soon had Thalia clawing at Drake's back, urging him on.

The room was filled with their labored breaths and quiet moans, a testament to the passion they shared. The world outside ceased to exist. There was only them and the fervent love they were expressing under the shimmering candlelight. Thalia murmured Drake's name against his lips as he moved within her, consumed by the rapture coursing through her veins.

Her fingers curled into his hair, tugging him closer while her legs wrapped around his waist. Drake groaned into her mouth, the sensation of her body tightening around him driving him wild with desire.

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