Second Chance with the Dragon King

Chapter Six

Eizabeth's POV

"You. . . you don't even know my name," I said. My voice shook embarrassingly.

"True. Why don't you correct that oversight?"

I shook my head.

His hand swept my hair gently to the side, exposing my bare neck. He leaned in again, his lips moving against my skin. "What is your name?"

The words were loaded, an order and a question in one. "Elizabeth Ashwood," I blurted out.

He paused for half a second, then I felt what I thought was a shrug. Slowly, he came to stand in front of me. I stared at the fabric of his shirt. "Elizabeth." He said my name the way devout people say the names of their deities. Even slower, he raised a hand, his fingertips caressing my cheek. "What do you have to say for your actions tonight?"

My eyes closed. His touch sent a physical jolt through my skin. "I'm. . . sorry."

"I'm sorry. . . ?"

"I'm sorry. . . Your Majesty."

A growl erupted from him unexpectedly. I jumped.

"Look at me," he snapped.

I opened my eyes but could not do what he asked. After a beat of silence, his fingers tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. What I saw in his eyes made me go weak in the knees.

"Who are you sorry to?" he growled lowly.

My head shook back and forth.

"Your king asked you a question."

"I. . ." I tried to swallow. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"It's not allowed," I mouthed the words. Calling the king by his name, so familiarly? Some people would consider that worse than slapping him. I wouldn't do it.

We stood together mutely. My heart felt like it might beat right out of my chest, and the tension in the room was thicker than lava, and just as hot. I hadn't taken notice before, but now I realized the heat came from him. It wasn't simply warmth that emanated from him, but I real heat like the air above a fire. It shouldn't surprise me; he was a drragon, after all. His touch scorched yet did not burn me. Not physically at least.

He stared at me while I stared back. His fingers that still held my chin moved back to my cheek. "I guess I'll have to make you say my name."

He lifted me abruptly and swung to set me on the bed. My legs hung off the side, my feet dangling. The king bent until our faces were on equal level. His arms reached out on either side of me, hands splayed on the blanket, trapping me. He met my wide eyes and I saw what was dancing in his now. He was having fun.

He leaned in, his mouth immediately going to my neck. He planted the softest kiss just below my ear. My eyes fluttered shut as he began an agonizingly slow descent to my collarbone then back up. I shivered when his teeth gently grazed my earlobe.

"Say my name," he whispered. He waited. When I didn't respond, he began again. This time, though, instead of moving back up my neck, he trailed his lips across my collarbone to the opposite shoulder. My breath was coming heavier, a fact I was sure he was enjoying. He implored me again to speak his name but I couldn't. I could barely think straight.

His hands grasped the fabric of my shirt. With a sharp, quick tug, he ripped it clean off me. I was too shocked to make even the smallest sound. His lips found my neck again, harder yet still gentle. He found the spot, that spot, and began to suck at the same time his hand undid my the front clasp of my bra. It popped open, exposing me, and then it was gone, too.

"Please," I whimpered.

I wasn't sure if I was asking him to stop or keep going. His scent was driving me insane almost as much as his lips were. Part of me was asking why I didn't demand that he stop. I didn't know him. What was happening right now was so unlike me that it was a tad frightening. Since when was I the type of girl to give it up this easily? So what if he was the king? So what if his lips were the best thing I'd ever felt? So what if my back arched into his touch as his hand cupped my breast?

"Please what?" he murmured. He paused at my neck, but his thumb ran over my n****e. Stars burst behind my closed lids.

"I. . . You. . ." I stammered.

"So stubborn," he chuckled. His face moved and I turned mine to meet his. He pulled away a second before our lips met. "Ah, now. You don't really want to kiss a man you don't know?"

He smiled and my heart stopped. He was breathtaking. And I wanted him. Illogical, maybe, but I did. " I do know you," I breathed quickly. "Your my king."

He bent over me, forcing me to lie back. One hand cradled my head while the other trailed down my stomach. His lips were so close. . .

"Not good enough," he said.

"Why?" I complained.

"I want to hear you say my name. It really shouldn't be this hard, Elizabeth."

If I said his name right now, would this all stop? Would he leave me in such a state? I bit my lip, torn.

"I will go as far as I need to," he warned me.

As if to prove himself right, he grabbed my pants near the waist. The muscles in his arm flexed as he tore them apart in a quick, swift movement, the remnants falling to the floor. The air hit my bare legs, but it was not cool. Nothing was cool here in this tight little bubble of just the two of us. I looked into his eyes and saw how much his patience was costing him. The need was there, raw and unashamed. And then he was touching me, his fingers rubbing me over my panties. My legs spread wider automatically, but my mind went totally blank.

"Say my name, Elizabeth."

My mouth opened, but nothing came out except for my laboured breathing.Even with my mind made up, I was incapapble of forming the word. My entire body was shaking. His fingers pressed harder. I could feel how wet I was. So could he.

"I'm losing patience," he growled. His eyes flashed. "This is all you'll get from me."

Something between a protest and a plea left my mouth. He pressed his forehead to mine, his fingers never slowing. The black silk was almost entirely drenched by now.

"I will keep you like this until I get what I want." His breath fanned over my face. His fingers adjusted from rubbing to making tight circles over my c**t and I broke.

"Rígan!" I finally cried.

His lips found mine violently. My panties were suddenly gone and I couldn't care less if he'd torn those, too. He kissed me in a way that I'd never been kissed, in a way that made something inside me stir. My hands found his face and I held him there, returning everything he was giving. When his fingers moved between my legs again, touching me properly without anything between us, I nearly came off the bed. He rubbed up my slit twice, then a third time. I moaned into his mouth, my body begging in every way my mouth couldn't in that moment. My hips bucked when he inserted a finger, my mouth breaking away from his with a gasp. My head fell back and his mouth was on my neck again, licking and sucking.

He added a finger, working me like he knew every secret my body kept hidden. The places he found inside me, he found with a confidence I didn't fully underrstand and really couldn't care enough to look too deeply into. Heat coiled in my belly and my legs shook hard. His fingers curved and I came undone with a force that surprised me. He kept going, his fingers coaxing every last bit of pleasure from me. He eventually pulled out of me, sucking my juices from his fingers before kissing me with a passion that lit me on fire.