**CHAPTER FIFTY- SEVEN.**
The sheer force of each of Draken's thrusts made my body quake, each movement deeper, rougher, until I could feel every inch of him inside me. I could even feel the movement of his penis through my stomach.
My cries filled the room as my hole clenched around him, my mind torn between the pleasure and the pain shooting through me, especially the pain that plagued my neck (the spot where he'd bitten me not quite long.)
Draken’s hands slid up my back, claws scraping lightly against my skin, leaving a trail of burning heat in their wake. His pace was relentless, and every thrust only pushed me further toward the edge, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure. My body was moving instinctively, matching his rhythm. I grind back against him as he drove into me with a brutal need that left me almost gasping for air. My mind was a storm of emotions, and all I could do was hold on as the pleasure mounted higher, higher, higher, and higher. The knot in my stomach tightening with every second.
“Draken… Can—” My voice cracked as I tried to speak, but the words were lost in a moan as he hit a spot deep inside me that made my vision blur and a tear slid down my cheeks.
He snarled in response, his grip tightening on my hips, pulling me harder against him. There was nothing human in his touch
Suddenly, his hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back as he leaned down, his breath hot and heavy against my ear as he bit down on it. “Mine,” he growled, the word barely intelligible through the guttural tone of his voice. He moved his fangs away from my ear, grazing the back of my neck, sharp and threatening, sending a thrill of both fear and excitement coursing through me.
I was his, and he was mine. In this moment, with his body overwhelming mine, there was no room for anything else. My walls tightened around him as his thrusts grew even more kooky, driving me toward the edge of a climax I could feel building like a storm inside of me.
“I’m…I’m close,” I gasped, barely able to form the words between moans. My body was trembling, shaking beneath the force of him.
Draken growled in response, his hand tightening in my hair as he slammed into me with renewed force, his body claiming mine with a desperate intensity. My moans turned to cries, my hands clutching the floor beneath me as I teetered on the edge, my body ready to collapse. The storm inside of me built and built, piling up as Draken continued to hit my G spot. It went on, the storm building up, until it collapsed.
I came hard, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me. I was shaking like a leaf at this point. My breath was a mix of moans and gasps, filling the air as I clenched around him, the orgasm so intense it felt like I was floating in the sky. However, Draken’s pace didn’t slow down, and each thrust sent another surge of pleasure through my already trembling, fragile, body, prolonging the pleasure. I would have collapsed beneath him if not for his hand holding on to my hair.
He growled again, louder this time, and I could feel his body tensing as he neared his own release. He let go of my hair and gripped me by my midsection. His thrusts became frantic. His breath became even rough and ragged as he buried himself deep inside me with one final thrust. His grip on my midsection tightened, claws digging into my skin as he let out a guttural roar as his penis began to get bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger inside of me. I screamed. It felt like I was going to tear into two. He came inside me with a force that made my body fall to the ground in response.
For a moment, the world seemed to still. The only sounds in the room were our heavy breathing and the rapid pounding of my heart which I knew Draken could hear. Draken’s body slumped against mine, his weight pressing me into the floor, but I didn’t care. I was exhausted. My body was spent, my mind lost in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced.
Slowly, I felt the tension in Draken’s body ease. His breathing was also beginning to calm, and the sharpness, once in his movements, were softening, though his grip around my middle part remained firm. I could still feel his fur tickle my skin lightly.
Draken didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he stayed there, his body still pressed against mine. His hand went up to my hair, then he began to slide it down to rest on my back, and I could feel the faintest trace of his fingers brushing against my skin—gentler now, almost soothing. It felt like the Draken I knew.
“Draken,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and shaky. “Are you…back?”
He didn’t answer right away. For a long moment, there was only the sound of his breath. It was deep. I turned around in his grasp to look at him and I noticed how his body relaxed immediately when his eyes met mine. Those eyes, they were still golden, however gentler and more humane than it was before. The wildness in it far gone.
“I'm here,” I continued as I held his hands and watched how his claws retracted.
Finally, he pulled back just enough to lift himself off me and pull out, his movements slow and careful, as if afraid to hurt me now. Then he blinked, as if coming back to himself, to reality, and or the first time since he’d lost control, I saw the real Draken looking at me.
Even with his fur, he still felt like *my* Draken.
“Are…you…okay?” His voice was low, rough around the edges, and full of uncertainty.
I nodded weakly, still catching my breath, my body too exhausted to move. However, I knew the second wave of his rut could hit anytime soon. “I’m okay,” I whispered, though I wasn’t entirely sure what I felt. My body ached in ways I hadn’t expected, bruised, bleeding, and marked from his roughness, but the strange mix of fear and pleasure still lingered.
Draken’s eyes softened further, turning back into those warm pair of forest green that I loved so much. He let out a shaky breath, his hands trembling slightly as he cupped my face. “I’m… sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“I know,” I interrupted gently, placing my hand over his. “It’s okay. You weren’t yourself.”
His expression darkened with guilt, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed his forehead against mine. “You can still leave now if you want to, Eline,” he said. “The second wave and third wave of my rut are usually the hardest. I won't want you to see me through it.”
I shook my head, closing my eyes as I relished in the warmth his forehead provided me. “We have enough lives to *waste* anyway.”
“Hey,” he laughed softly. “That’s my line. Also, what happened to you wanting to be vigilant with those lives of yours?”
“A certain someone made me change my mind.”
“Let me guess, the same someone you plan on quizzing about Harry potter?”
It was my turn to laugh. “A definite yes. I should tie you down to watch it one of these days.”
“You wouldn't need to tie me down, because I would willingly watch even the worst rated movie as long as you're by my side,” he said, taking his forehead off mine and replacing it with his lips. He gave it a gentle kiss. “I love you, Eline Kadesh.”
“I love you too, Draken Gallagher.”
“We should go shower before my second wave. Also we need to wash the blood off your chest and treat it.”