Chapter 63 He Bit Me
Bella
"You bit me!"
Damien freezes, still inside me, eyes wide as he looks from my eyes to the place where he bit my shoulder.
"I...I..." He stutters, and I place my hand over his chest, initially to push him away, because it's weird to just bite people, but then a spark of power erupts from my hand, shooting straight through his chest. His eyes close on a long moan, his cock stiffening and twitching inside me instantly. I gasp and pull my hand away, to see right over his heart, an imprint of my hand, pale blue like ice. He looks down at me, his eyes glowing with his dragons as his dragon speaks, "My snowflake. You marked me."
The words hang in the steam-filled air, heavy and reverent, like a vow etched in frost. My heart stutters, a wild flutter in my chest that mirrors the pulse of the bond between us. Marked him? Me? The girl who's spent her life caged, her magic a curse rather than a gift—I've just branded the Dragon King like he's mine. The imprint glows faintly, a shimmering blue outline against his golden skin, pulsing in time with our shared heartbeat. It's beautiful and terrifying, a symbol of something deeper than I can grasp right now.
Instinctively, I roll my hips, chasing the lingering ache of pleasure, feeling him grow further inside me again. Gods, he's already hardening, thickening, stretching me anew as if our bodies refuse to let this end. A fresh wave of heat floods through me, clashing with my chill, and steam hisses up from where we're joined, curling around us like a living fog. "Damien," I whisper, my voice breathless, half-question, half-plea. What have we done? What does this mean? His eyes—those molten gold slits—lock onto mine, the dragon's presence so strong I can almost see the beast coiling behind them. He doesn't pull away. Instead, his hands slide to my hips, gripping firmly, guiding my movement as I rock against him. "You marked me," he repeats, his voice a low rumble, human and dragon entwined. There's awe in it, possession, and something softer, like relief. "You're mine, Bella. And now... I'm yours."
The bond thrums, a golden thread tightening, weaving us closer. My magic surges in response, frost blooming across his shoulders, but it melts instantly under his heat. I lean forward, pressing my lips to the icy handprint over his heart, tasting salt and smoke. He groans, deep and guttural, his cock twitching inside me, growing impossibly harder. The sensation sends sparks through my core, reigniting the fire we'd just barely quenched. I roll my hips again, slower this time, savouring the delicious friction, the way he fills me completely.
"Oh gods," I moan, my head falling back as pleasure builds anew. Snowflakes swirl above us, caught in the steam, glittering like stars in a hazy sky. The room full of steam, walls dripping with condensation, the air thick and warm, scented with pine and ash from the fire that's dimmed to embers. But we don't need it—our bodies generate enough heat, enough magic, to light the night. Damien's claws prick my skin lightly, not breaking it, just enough to anchor me as he thrusts up gently, meeting my rhythm.
"You feel that?" he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "The bond... It's stronger now."
I nod, words failing as I grind down on him, chasing the building pressure. The mark on his chest pulses under my palm, sending tiny shocks of power through me, like lightning wrapped in ice. It amplifies everything—the slide of him inside me, the brush of his thumbs over my nipples, the way his dragon's fire warms my core without burning. I'm wetter than before, slick and ready, my body responding to him like it's always known this dance. "More," I beg, my voice breaking. "Please, Damien... more."
He pulls out slowly, leaving me aching and empty, a whimper escaping my lips at the loss. But before I can protest, his hands grip my hips, flipping me onto my knees in one fluid, powerful motion. The snow-dusted sheets are cool against my palms at first, then warm under his influence. He looms behind me, massive and powerful, but his touch is tender—one hand stroking down my spine, sending shivers through me. "Anything for you, Snowflake," he growls, the dragon's voice layering over his own. He positions himself at my entrance, teasing for a heartbeat before thrusting back in, even deeper now. I cry out as the angle hits new spots, stretching me fuller than before. My nails dig into the sheets, tracing lines that frost over instantly, only to melt away in rivulets.
Our pace quickens, hips meeting in a rhythm that's instinctive, primal. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, building higher. The bond echoes it back, letting me feel his desire. "You're perfect," he rasps, his mouth at my ear, nipping the lobe before claiming my lips in a fierce, awkward kiss over my shoulder. Tongues tangle, heat and chill clashing, steam puffing between our lips. I taste fire on him, spice and smoke, and it makes my magic flare brighter. Snow whirls faster, blanketing his hair, his shoulders, but he counters with warm breaths, melting it into a misty veil that clings to our skin. I push back against him, meeting every thrust, feeling every ridge, every vein of him as he grows even more, swelling inside me. "Damien... I can't... it's too much," I gasp, but I don't want him to stop. The pressure coils low in my belly, a storm ready to break. Frost creeps up the bedposts, cracking like glass, but his fire keeps it at bay, turning the room into a hazy dream of ice and flame.
"You can take it," he murmurs, one hand sliding around to my front, fingers finding my clit. He circles it with expert pressure, drawing moans from me that echo off the walls. "Cum for me again, Bella. Let me feel you."
The command in his voice—the dragon's possessiveness—pushes me over the edge. Pleasure explodes, white-hot and freezing, my body clenching around him in waves. I scream his name, frost erupting from my skin, coating us in a glittering sheen that melts instantly into steam. The bond sings, a crescendo of gold and blue, binding our essences tighter. He follows moments later, thrusting deep with a roar that shakes the bed, his release flooding me with heat. His teeth—still faintly elongated—graze my unmarked shoulder, but he holds back, groaning as he empties inside me. We collapse in a tangle of limbs, panting, the steam slowly clearing to reveal the room.
The mark on his chest glows softly, matching the faint throb on my shoulder where he bit me. I trace it with trembling fingers, awe washing over me. "What does this mean?" I whisper, my voice hoarse. He pulls me close, tucking me against his side. "It means we're bound," he says softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Heart to heart. Your ice to my fire." His dragon hums in agreement, a low vibration I feel through his chest. "No curse can touch that."