He pulls away from my kiss and I open my eyes, seeing the vulnerability on his face even as he demands, “Say it again.”
“I love you?” I say, confused and drugged from his kiss.
He nods, gripping me tighter and I gasp out loud, has no one ever told this man they love him?
No, Nyre whispers in my head, and I swear I nearly start crying again. I will tell him every minute of every day just so he knows I mean it. So he knows what it feels like to be loved because he deserves it, he might not think he does, but this man, this dragon god, deserves everything in the world as well.
“I love you.” I make my voice strong and sure and I kiss him hard. “I love you,” I tell him again and he shakes beneath me, those black eyes filling as he lays quietly in my arms like he is waiting for a but, or for me to strike him down or laugh. “I love you, Mishal,” I finish, kissing him hard, trying to make him understand how he has become my everything.
“Say it again.” His voice croaks, breaking in the middle, and I know how much it cost him to ask.
“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You,” I whisper against his lips.
He rolls us with a growl, grabbing my hands and stretching me out beneath him, he pins them to the stone floor above me, and I shiver under his gaze as he runs his eyes across my bare body, heat trailing in their wake until I’m almost arching from his gaze alone.
“Say it,” he demands as he leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, making me groan and arch up.
“I love you,” I offer breathlessly.
He rewards me by turning to my other nipple and sucking that too, before shifting down my body, trailing kisses down my belly to my pussy. He kisses my clit softly before running his tongue in a long line down me and rolling his eyes up to meet my gaze.
“Don’t stop saying it,” he orders.
“I love you,” I gasp, reaching down and anchoring his head to my pussy as he laps at my clit.
He pushes a finger inside of me, curling it before pulling out and adding another. I tug on his hair and he growls, lifting from between my legs and grabbing my hands. He presses them back to the cement with a narrow-eyed look before diving back into my pussy. Licking my lips, I grin as my fangs drop. I have the stupid urge to push him, to see what he will do if I don’t follow his orders. Chest rising faster and faster, I pull my hands away and grab his head again, he freezes against me, his eyes meeting mine with a menacing look.
Mishal gets up from between my legs, crawls up my body, and growls at me. “You know what happens to bad girls, little one?” he asks.
Licking my lips, I shake my head, loving the darkness and harshness on his face right now. I love soft, I love kind, but fuck, sometimes a girl just wants a good, rough fucking.
“They get punished,” he whispers. “You stopped saying it, little one,” he growls and I shiver, my pussy clenching at his tone alone. Fuck yes, punish me, I almost scream and he smirks, hearing it in my head.
He scoops me up and walks over to the back wall where his chains are hooked into the cement. I spot the scratches, the dents and blood around them from where he has obviously tried to free himself. Mishal drops me to the floor gently, pushing me until I lie down on my back. He grabs my wrists and pulls them above me before looping the chains around them, tying them together with his excess chain. He nods to himself and I stretch my wrists, testing it only for them not to give at all.
He lies back down between my thighs, his eyes on me as I stare down at him, more turned on than ever with my hands restrained. He can do whatever he wants to me, he could before, but this only makes it feel so much more real. I’m putting my trust in him and I love the feeling.
Relaxing, I lick my lips and he lightly slaps my thigh. “You stopped saying it,” he growls.
“I love you,” I ground out, as he ignores my aching pussy. “Misha-ah,” I moan as he thrusts two fingers inside me, stretching me and fucking me with them as he goes back to licking my clit and pussy. He runs his talented tongue down it, around his fingers and dipping inside me before moving back to my clit. Moaning, I rock my hips up to meet his fingers, fucking myself on them. “I love you,” I mutter breathlessly, my eyes closing as I arch up.
“Again,” he demands, his voice muffled against my skin.
“Mishal, please, god, I love you.”
I almost scream in frustration, but he rewards me. He speeds up his fingers, his tongue lashing my clit until I come with a scream, yanking on my chains and chafing my tied hands.
I have barely come down from one high before he is pushing me to another, his fingers stretching me, obviously adding another one as his pinkie slips into my ass, just enough that I can bear down on him, needing more. He hums in pleasure against my clit, making me cry out as he fucks me, holding my pussy to his face as I thrash, trying to get away.
“Again,” he orders.
“I love you!” I cry, my body oversensitive from his attention already. It’s too much yet not enough. I don’t know whether to fight him or drag him closer.
He lifts his other hand, trailing his chain from my wrists across my nipples, the catch of metal and coolness making me cry out, so he does it again and again as he fucks me.
“Love you, I love you, love you,” I chant, ending on a scream as I come, my head thrashing back and hitting the cement as I taste copper in my mouth from biting my tongue—I came that hard.
He moves up my body, his face wet with my cream before he kisses me, tasting my blood in my mouth as he lines up and slams into me in one move. He swallows my moans, reaching down and hoisting my legs over his shoulders before he breaks the kiss and leans back on his knees. My ass is pressed to his thighs as he slams into me again and again, brutal and hard, forcing me higher again, even though I just came twice.
He yanks my bottom half in the air, keeping me there with his hands so I can’t move, just accept him as he fucks me. My arms stretch above me, tied together to the wall from his chains, and I’m helpless to him as he uses me, fucks me, and makes me his again and again. Each brutal thrust brands me, each flick of my oversensitive clit commands me, forcing my body to become his. He wipes away the trace of everyone else, filling me up until there is only him.
“Love you!” I scream and he groans, roaring as he stills.
He slumps down over me, kissing me softly. “I love you, little one.”
Breathing heavily, his hard cock still inside me, I start to laugh before it catches on a groan when he flexes his hips and thrusts shallowly inside me.
“Again,” he orders and I almost cry.
“I can’t—” I moan, and he keeps up that shallow thrust, just rocking into our combined wetness in my pussy, and before I know it I’m coming around his cock, clamping him inside me as I open my mouth on a silent scream.
“I love you,” he groans against my neck, licking at the skin there.
He moves, pulling out of me, and his chains rattle. He looks up at my hands before he unwraps the chains, kissing and licking away the sting of where they were. Pulling them to my chest, I massage the circulation back into my arms and grin at the pink marks left around each one, just another mark from Mishal. He frowns at it and I can almost feel him regretting it, so I grab his face.
“I loved it, Mishal, I love you and these marks will disappear. Fuck, feel free to mark every inch of my skin if you’re going to make me come that hard, punish me however you want,” I offer and he barks out a laugh.