Chapter 62 Steamy
Damien
She shatters beneath me, her cry echoing through the storm of snow and steam that swirls around us. The bond throbs like a living flame in my chest, amplifying every tremor of her release, every gasp that slips from her lips. My dragon roars in triumph, a deep, resonant growl that vibrates through my bones, but I hold him back—just barely. Her magic erupts in a blizzard, blanketing the bed in fresh powder, but my fire counters it instinctively. Smoke curls from my nostrils, warm breath melting the flakes into mist as they can settle. Steam rises in thick, hazy clouds, turning the room into a veil of heat and frost, like we're caught in the heart of a forge meeting a glacier. Gods, she's exquisite. Bella's body arches one last time, her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer even as she trembles through the aftershocks. I lap at her slowly, savouring the taste of her—sweet and chilled, like honey frozen in winter's grasp. Her thighs quiver around my shoulders, her pussy clenching around my fingers as I ease them out, slick and glistening. The air hums with our mingled powers, the steam thickening until it beads on her skin, tracing rivulets down her breasts and stomach. I rise, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my eyes locked on hers. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes wide and dazed, that emerald gaze rimmed with the faint glow of her magic. Snowflakes cling to her lashes, melting as my heat washes over her.
"Damien..." she whispers, her voice breathy, raw. It's a plea and a question all at once, and it undoes me.
I crawl up her body, bracing my weight on my forearms, caging her beneath me without crushing her. The bond pulses stronger now, a golden thread syncing our heartbeats, our breaths. My cock throbs against her thigh, hard and aching, the tip weeping with need. I've never wanted like this—never felt the dragon's fire burn so fiercely for another. She's my mate, imprinted on my soul, and every instinct screams to claim her, to bury myself inside her and make her mine in every way. But she's untouched, just as I am. I won't rush. I won't hurt her.
"You're beautiful," I murmur, my voice rough, laced with the dragon's growl. I brush a strand of snow-damp hair from her face, my thumb tracing her lower lip. "So fucking beautiful when you come undone."
Her eyes flutter, a shy smile curving her mouth despite the boldness in her gaze. "I... I want more," she says, her hand sliding down my chest, nails grazing my skin. Goosebumps rise in their wake, my fire flaring hotter. She reaches lower, wrapping her fingers around my length again, stroking tentatively. I hiss through my teeth, hips bucking into her grip. She's bold, my snowflake—curious and unafraid, even as her touch sends sparks through me.
The dragon stirs, his voice a molten whisper in my mind. Take her. She's ready. Feel her heat.
I lean down, capturing her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. Our tongues tangle, her chill meeting my fire, steam rising from our joined lips. She moans into me, her free hand clutching my shoulder, nails digging in. I break the kiss, trailing my mouth down her neck, nipping at the pulse point where her frost lingers. "Tell me if it's too much," I rasp against her skin. "I won't hold back if you don't want me to."
"Don't," she breathes, arching into me. "I want the beast. All of you."
Those words snap the last thread of my restraint. I growl, low and feral, my claws extending just enough to shred the remains of her nightdress. The fabric tears away, exposing her fully—pale skin glowing in the firelight, nipples pebbled from the cold and arousal. Steam curls around her like a lover's caress, beading on her breasts. I dip my head, taking one peak into my mouth, sucking hard. She cries out, her back bowing, frost blooming across the sheets beneath us. My dragon exhales a stream of warm smoke over her skin, melting it instantly, the clash creating more steam that fogs the air. I position myself between her thighs, the head of my cock nudging her entrance. She's slick, ready, but tight—so gods-damned tight. I press forward slowly, inch by inch, stretching her. She gasps, her eyes widening, fingers digging into my back. "Oh gods... you're so big," she whimpers, a mix of awe and strain in her voice. The bond flares, sharing the sensation—her tightness gripping me like a vice, my heat flooding her core. Steam hisses where we join, her chill clashing with my fire, creating a haze that swirls around our bodies.
"Breathe, Snowflake," I murmur, my forehead pressed to hers. I hold still, letting her adjust, though every muscle screams to thrust deeper. The dragon paces in my chest, urging me on, but I wait. For her. Always for her. She nods, her breath coming in short pants, and then she rolls her hips experimentally. Pleasure shoots through me, white-hot. I groan, burying my face in her neck as I push further, seating myself fully inside her. She's perfect—wet, tight, her walls fluttering around me like they're made for this. For us. Snow flurries erupt again, heavier now, blanketing my back, but my fire melts them, turning the room into a steamy sauna. The air thickens with mist, beads of condensation dripping from the canopy above. I start to move, slow thrusts at first, pulling out nearly to the tip before sliding back in. Each stroke builds the friction, her slickness easing the way. She moans, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Faster," she begs, her voice breaking. "Please, Damien..."
I oblige, my pace quickening, hips snapping against hers. The bed creaks under us, the headboard thumping against the wall. Steam billows with every thrust, her frost meeting my heat in explosive clashes—hissing, curling clouds that obscure the room. Her magic surges, ice creeping up my arms, but it melts instantly, turning to warm rivulets that trail down my skin. The sensation is intoxicating, like fucking in the eye of a storm. The bond amplifies it all—her pleasure echoing in my chest, mine in hers. I feel her building again, her walls clenching around me, milking my cock. "Cum for me," I growl, my voice more dragon than man. I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts. She shatters instantly, her cry muffled against my shoulder as she bites down, her orgasm crashing through her. Frost explodes outward, coating the walls in glittering ice, but my fire counters it, sending steam into a thick fog that blankets us completely. I follow, thrusting deep. My teeth elongate, fangs sharpening as the dragon surges. I bite her shoulder, marking her as mine and pleasure barrels through, roaring as I fill her. The bond sings, binding us tighter.