Mated to The Dragon Lord
f the village, the horizon g
turned the sky that terrifying hue were far away, and yet also too close. She knew that
ht, holding the intoxicating scent of summer bu
ats of primitive creatures and drive them to seek a mate. There
to do the most wicked things, and brought to mind stolen moments in
s she sank o
rself, her parents having never been blessed with more than one living child. The bassinets ha
only her maids attended her in the echoing chamber,
of hip bone and beyond. She had learnt this sinful path long before, the passage mapped by
ifted her hips, writhing beneath the silvery moonlight as she imagined him where her own hands
crawling across the mattress to the window, and easing open
y of knights dismounted
from above. Her fingertips gripped the sill and she bellied
ift it, but she could see the glimmer of silver threa
here was a flurry of activity as the horses were led away by stable hands, and her father's men-at-ar
ed to look towards
reathing heavily, each breath feeling as if she dragged it through sodden woo
ll, thinking over what she had s
e... Could
ut for herself, pulling over her shift an over-gown that buttoned tightly
open, spilling golden
n beneath her hand, her eyes heavy with sleep. "
de her way swiftly down the winding stairca
study was bright from the beeswax candles that he preferred t
e keep's priest, and... Her eyes immediately went to Sylvin's, the meeting of their gazes sending
if the epitome of artistry had sculpted the utter perfection of man and laid it before her for her admiration. But the lay of bone, of muscle, the silk of skin, of hair, the
the animalistic nature of him, the strength that coiled muscle, the awareness
, along with sweat and smoke, see the tide of filth on his skin and armour. He did noon. "Sylvin," he looked at the silver haired man.
er heart leaping. Lord Sylvin
e times," her father referred to her human mother who had passed many years before. "The Lord's name and favour w
nd the table, the wooden leg that replaced his own clumping heavily on
den in from the war that burnt the horizon red and purple in orde
rrowfully, her silver-haired lover slipping into
yes shifted, the slightest smile lifting his cheeks. "But you k
was heavy. He gestured the priest forward.
d gazes, what passed between them far beyond the religious intonati
wife, in the eyes of the
ash-water, the closest to a pre-marital bath as they would be afforded, with the fires of battle
tching with the rise of desire burning bright within her. Had there ever been a m
er to stare at him, as caught by his beauty as she was. They respo
d shoved his trousers down his
efore releasing it, as s
y which she stood and lifted the
thed the word as she
t which had not been there when last she had s
t to him. "Sylvin." It had been so long since the
owly slipping by them, his tongue stroking over their surface, before deepening his kis
as the heated silk of hi
e wildness that raced thr
s following the lines across his back, evide
weight onto his arms, so that the strength of the muscles stoo
hed the word. "P
him, as he adjusted against her, and sank into her with the thrust of hips, and
his body, his skin to her, as she worked her hips to reward the thrust of his c-k, until they were both breathless, their moans grated through teeth clenched for control t
of his hair between her fingers. "I love you," she barely put breath behind the sounds, fragile
was bare, and the room empty. He had not woken her to say goodbye, and the ache in her chest was a raw pa
gers clenched in the pillowcas