Her back pressed against the table faster than she had even processed the command, and her thighs inched apart with expectation.
He slipped between her legs, the fabric of his pant brushing lightly against her inner thighs while he leaned down to her, his lips brushing lightly against hers in a lingering kiss, his body hovering against her, his heat engulfing them.
His hand slip down her body, resting at her core and applying a bit of pressure as he had done before.
Her hands slip around him, his muscles flexing beneath her touch, as she clung to him. He attempted to pull away from her lips and pressed his lips on other parts of her body, but she wasn't satisfied yet, so she pressed her lips against his, arching her body into his as much as she could, and his hand that was in between her thighs.
His hand moved up to pry her away but she took the chance and pushed herself further against him, rutting against his hardened member.
Gasps.
Moans.
Shut eyes.
Her hands slipped into his hair as her kiss deepened and he responded instinctively to her. His tongue gliding into her mouth to ravish it, something she completely surrendered to.
By Ignas, this was an even better position than before.
Why hadn't she allowed him to do this a long time ago?
Her grip on his hair tightened and his hands fell to the side of the table around her, groans resonating from his chest, the vibration a delight to every part of her.
She had lost her shame a long time ago.
In an attempt to exploit the opportunity, her hand moved down in between them and her hand gripped his member through his pants, giving it a little squeeze.
He pulled back at that moment, with a jolt.
Watching her with widened eyes, her own glazed over before they were back on him.
Was that really what she would have to take into her once the Red Moon was over?
She tried hard not to think about that but focus on the present instead.
Eli's chest rose and fell rapidly. He could see that she was questioning him with those blue eyes of hers, asking if she had done something wrong but he shook his head.
If she had held him longer and he allowed it, he would reach his peak before he would even be able to make her experience what he had in mind. It was hard not to give in to the pleasure that was already calling to him. It was hard to keep his gloves on and not take them off, and jerk himself to the sight of her, while she filled his thoughts.
He didn't want this to be about him.
He move closer, his hand brushed over her taut nipples, and he pushed his hand against her belly.
"Just lay back, Donna. Let me be the one to do this."
She nodded, falling back and he started pressing kisses on her neck, down and down, to her breasts, her stomach, then lower to her thighs.
Her eyes followed him until she could no longer see him, but she felt his warm lips against her inner thighs, his hands grabbing them, the slight roughness of his gloves making her toes curl, and his faint breathing against her core as he approached it with a slow torturous move, made her grip the edges of the table that she could reach in a death grip.
"El---" her voice trailed off into a choked moan when his lips met her demanding core.
The fact that her panties were still in the way, drove her mad with longing.
She wished he would take it away, she wanted to do it herself, but she was afraid that if she pulled away to do that, he would stop doing this to her.
She didn't want him to stop.
Something flashed in her mind like a memory, that was fading away quickly. As much as she was certain that no one had ever done this to her before, it seemed she had once dreamt of it.
Her breathing was harsh when his tongue pressed against her.
Her legs moved to trap his head in place, but his hold on her thighs ensured that they couldn't move.
Her hands moved down and sneaked into his hair, pulling it with a grip she didn't even know what was capable of.
His tongue continued it's assault and it didn't take long for his teeth to joined in gentle nips. He paused slightly, sweeping his tongue across her, down, then slowly, up again.
She could feel the warm, slithering, fleshy muscle through her panties and at that moment, every sense of her being believed that was where it belonged.
Her body gave into an involuntary jolt to confirm that. She attempted to pull away but his hands kept her in place, and she yanked his hair, pulling him back.
His eyelids fell shut from the pain, letting out a moan as he followed the guiding movement of her hands but he quickly snapped out of it and frowned, angry at her interruption.
"Take it off." She said in a low whisper. "Ple---"
The knock that came at the door was loud and the desperation behind it was obvious.
Belladonna's gaze flew to the door, her eyes unfocused, making it look like a distant blur, her grip around Eli's hair still tight, her attention shifting back to him when she felt his warm breath over her sex, her painties slipping away from her as a result of the clean cut his claws had given it.
He pulled her closer, digging his nose into it and taking in a deep breath like she was a drug that he was happily letting himself get intoxicated by because she just felt that good.
Her freed a hand to grip a breast, as she wringled on the table, arching her back and falling back against the wooden surface continuously, the ecstasy verwhelming her to the point that she felt she had to pull away.
It was scary.
It was good.
It was good scary.
She had never felt like this before, it felt eu---
The knock came again at the door.
Harsh and loud.
Accompanied by more than one voice this time.
"Your Majesty."
"Please!"
"---Yoyr help!"
Eli hissed, pulling away, the sound of his loud breathing audible as they reached to her ears.
He moved back, his tongue sliding in-between her folds before pressing it flatly against her clit. Her body shuddered at her approaching orgasm, dots clouding her sight.
What interrupted them next though, wasn't the knocks or the shouts but a growl.
His dragon's.
The growl was loud in a way that spelt danger and the pleasure that was dancing wildly beneath their skin a moment ago, tumbled into the pang of fear that cut across Belladonna.
The rumbling of the beast vibrating through her.
It had escaped from the dungeon?
"What is going on?" Her question was breathy and the fact that she had managed to say all the words felt like a miracle.
"That blasted beast!" He hissed, his displeasure clear as he stood up and helped her pull her gown back to position.
He grabbed a shirt and pulled it on.
Then he was putting on the mask that had tumbled to the floor when he had pushed down things to the floor earlier.
"Is everything alright?"
He was heading to the door with determined steps, anger in every stride he covered. His rage was seething.
"I will kill her myself one of these days."
Her heart thundered in fear at that.
Was he planning to kill his dragon?!
If a fight were to happen, she was terrified of the outcome.
"Are you going to kill Pamela?"
He grumbled, adjusting the ring on his finger before he stared straight at her from across the room, the rumble in the background becoming louder, the shout of the people becoming more desperate.
"I will send Anok to get you." He finally said after an heavy sigh.
She sat up straight, more worried about what was going to happen once he stepped out of this room than who he was going to send to get uervor how she would get to her room.
His silence was killing her and her fear was building the more he kept his words to himself.
"Eli, are you going to fight with your dragon?"
"Lock your door and stay inside."
"Are you going to fight your dragon?!" She jumped off the table, tired of waiting for an answer that might never come.
"Eli, answer me."
"I do not know." His shoulders slumped down. "This has never happened before. I am going to try and stop her but if I need to fight her to keep everyone safe I will."
Her stomach recoiled at his implied meaning.
"I will come back. I am her master, she obeys me."
His words gave little to no assurance and when he stepped out through the door, she hoped with all her heart that she would see him again
alive.
That he would come back.