Chapter 61 Show Me The Beast
Bella
The kiss lingers, his lips soft against mine, but there's a fire beneath it all, simmering, waiting to ignite. Damien's breath fans over my skin, warm and spiced with smoke, and I can feel the bond between us humming, alive, pulling us closer. My heart races, a wild thing in my chest, but it's not fear—it's something I've only read about in those scandalous books that shattered my tower prison. The kind of ache that makes my thighs press together without thinking. His body is a furnace against mine, hard planes of muscle under my tentative fingers. He's so warm, gods, so impossibly warm, chasing away the chill that's lived in my bones for as long as I can remember. My magic stirs, a soft flutter of frost along the edges of the room, but it's calm for now, subdued by his presence. I tilt my head back, breaking the kiss just enough to look at him. His eyes are dark and hooded, but there's a golden gleam flickering in their depths, like embers waiting to blaze. "Damien," I whisper, my voice breathy, uncertain. I've never touched a man like this. But the books... oh, those books painted pictures in my mind, vivid and filthy, of hands and mouths and bodies entwining. I want that. I want him.
My hand slides lower, over the taut ridges of his abdomen, feeling the way his muscles jump under my palm. He's breathing harder now, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with mine. The blanket between us is a thin barrier, but I can feel him—hard, insistent—pressing against my thigh. My cheeks burn, but I don't stop. Curiosity wins, that reckless spark that's gotten me into so much trouble already. I slip my fingers beneath the waistband of his pants, hesitating for just a second before wrapping them around him. Oh. Gods. He's huge. My fingers barely close around the thick length of him, velvet-smooth skin over steel, pulsing with heat. I stroke slowly, tentatively, up and down, marvelling at the way he throbs in my grip. The books didn't prepare me for this. They talked of cocks like they were weapons or treasures, but this... this is a monster. Thick as my wrist, veined and ridged, longer than I thought possible. How would it even fit? The thought sends a thrill through me, a mix of awe and that fluttery ache low in my belly. I stroke again, slower, feeling him swell even more, the tip slick with what I now know—from those pages—is precum. My pussy clenches at the idea, wet and wanting, and I bite my lip to stifle a whimper.
Damien groans, the sound deep and guttural, vibrating through his chest into mine. His hips buck once, involuntarily, pushing into my hand. "Bella..." My name is a rasp, laced with warning and need. His eyes flash gold, brighter now, the dragon peering out from behind them. I can feel it—the beast stirring, close to the surface, making his skin hotter, his breath smokier. Before I can react, he moves. Fast and powerful. He flips me onto my back in one fluid motion, the mattress dipping under his weight as he looms over me. His hands brace on either side of my head, caging me in, but it's not trapping—it's protective, possessive. Those golden eyes bore into mine, pupils slitted like a predator's. "You have no idea what you're awakening," he murmurs, voice rough, almost a growl.
I smile up at him, breathless. "Show me."
He kisses me then, hungry this time, no more softness. His mouth claims mine, tongue sweeping in to tangle with my own, tasting of fire and spice. I arch into him, my free hand tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His hands explore, big and calloused, sliding down my sides, over the thin fabric of my nightdress. He cups my breast, thumb brushing my nipple, and I gasp into his mouth, the sensation shooting straight to my core. Lower, his fingers trace my hip, then my thigh, hitching the hem of my dress higher. He pauses there, breaking the kiss to search my face. "Is this okay?" His voice is strained, the dragon's gold flickering in his eyes. He's holding back—I can see it in the tension of his jaw, the way his claws peek faintly at his fingertips before retracting.
I shake my head, reaching up to cup his face. "No. Don't hold back. Show me the beast they say you are."
His eyes darken, the gold blazing fully now, and he growls—a rumbling sound that makes my toes curl. He kisses me again, fiercer, his hand sliding between my thighs. I part for him without thinking, my body aching for more. His finger finds me, slick and ready, and he slides inside my tight, wet heat. Slowly at first, one thick digit stretches me, curling just right. Pleasure explodes through me, a sharp, building wave. "Damien!" I cry out, my hips bucking against his hand. Flurries erupt around us—snowflakes swirling in the air, frost creeping along the bedposts. My magic spikes with my arousal, wild and uncontained, turning the room into a winter storm. He doesn't stop. Instead, he moves down the bed, his free hand pushing my dress up to my waist. The air chills further, but he combats it with his own fire. Smoke curls from his lips as he exhales, warm dragon breath washing over my skin, melting the frost in steamy wisps. He hooks his fingers in my panties and tears them off with a sharp rip, the fabric giving way like paper.
Exposed now, I shiver from the intensity of his gaze on me. His eyes are pure gold, slitted and hungry. He leans in, blowing a stream of warm dragon fire air directly onto my pussy. The heat clashes with my ice, immediate and electric—steam rises in curling clouds, the sensation like fire and frost dancing together. It's magical, erotic, overwhelming. My back arches, a moan tearing from my throat as the contrast sends sparks through every nerve. Then his mouth is on me. His tongue, hot and insistent, laps at my folds, circling my clit with deliberate strokes. The dragon's fire lingers in his breath, warming me from the inside out as he devours me. I thread my fingers in his hair, holding him there, lost in the whirlwind of sensation. Snow whirls faster around us, mixing with steam, the room a haze of ice and fire. His finger pumps inside me, joined by a second, stretching me further, while his tongue flicks and sucks. The pressure builds, coiling tight in my belly. "Damien... please..." I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for. He growls against me, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge. The bond pulses between us, amplifying everything—his heat, my cold, our shared need. When I shatter, it's like the tower breaking all over again. Pleasure crashes through me in waves, my magic erupting in a blizzard that blankets the bed in snow. But he doesn't pull away. He laps me through it, his dragon fire keeping the chill at bay, until I'm trembling and spent beneath him.