Chapter 212

Chapter 212: Chapter 212

Dron growled long and deep as Tempest pressed herself against his body. They’d been together once before, but had been interrupted due to the attack. Dron felt sorry for anyone, friend or foe, who would try to disrupt them again. He would have his fill of his wife, and it didn’t matter what was going on around him.

He roughly pushed his hands up the spine of her back, pressing slightly so she arched the fragile part of her body and her breasts pressed up against his chest. He wanted to feel every part of her. Wanted to take joy in the fact that he could affect her like this.

She nibbled on his lips when she kissed him. It was always going to be a foreign feeling to him. Dron didn’t know how he’d spent all of his life not being kissed. Hell, he didn’t know how he’d spent all of his life not being touched in the way that Tempest was touching him. It was almost as if her touch was somehow breathing new life into him. He could feel himself getting stronger with every one of her moans and whimpers.

He would be forever ruined if she were to leave him. Dron didn’t want to dwell on that fact. He didn’t want to think about what would happen at the end of this journey. They were getting closer to it. Closer to it being over. He’d only hoped that the love they shared together would be enough to convince her to stay. The love and the way that he was about to rock her body this night and every other night that she would allow him.

He would pleasure her so well that maybe she would give up her dreams of being somewhere else. Maybe her pleasure would be all that she needed.

He continued to push his hands up her back until he got to the nape of her neck, and he tugged on her hair there, tilting her head back far enough that the long column of her neck was exposed to him. He dipped his head and ran the very tip of his nose along her pulse point. Her scent was so intense there. It was as if it were connected with the life essence running through her. That was what he was attracted to. It wasn’t just the scent, it was the soul that it was connected to.

He inhaled once deeply, moaning softly against her already pebbling skin, before he dragged his nose back down and then opened his mouth to let his tongue slide back up her neck.

"Jesus, Dron, you’re killing me," Tempest whimpered as she clutched hard onto his arms.

"Never. Not in a million years," Dron answered right away.

Tempest wasn’t interested in prolonging the mating. Dron knew she was in pain, and the last thing he wanted to do was leave her in that state.

He grabbed the center of her clothes, starting from the neck, and pulled straight down. The flimsy material gave no resistance against his strength. It tore into jagged pieces and fell to the ground.

Tempest gasped, and her eyes dilated as she looked up at him, her mouth open slightly as she panted harder and harder. She leaned forward to kiss him again, but this time Dron pulled away slightly. He was only teasing her, but she took it as a challenge. She growled her own miniature version of his growl and launched herself at him again.

She jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and pressed her lips to his. Dron caught her easily, lifting her slightly while trying to get access to his own pants. His fingers gently swiped against her folds.

That was all it took.

Tempest came apart right there in his hands like an explosion. More slick dripped down her legs as she whined and begged Dron to take her.

"Please. Oh God, I need you inside of me. I need it. I’m hurting. Please, Dron."

"I’m here. We have to slow down. Moon Goddess, give me strength." Dron gritted his teeth. The way he was feeling in that moment, he knew he was too out of control. There was a chance that he could hurt her. There was a chance that, in their need for release, he could do some permanent damage to Tempest. Her body might be becoming acclimated to her life here on Ustea, but she was still human. Still fragile, and there was no Life Nectar around here that would heal her if Dron tore her open.

"It’s fine. I promise you, I want you to lose control. I want to see all of you. I want it all." Tempest nodded her head and ground down against the very head of Dron’s cock, which was pressed up against the thin fabric of his pants.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he gave in to the pleasure for a brief moment. He was losing his hold on himself. In fact, she wasn’t the only one who was close to another release. Tempest ground harder and harder against Dron.

"Tempest, Spirits above. Stop!" He tried to order Tempest, tried to assert his will, but she was too far gone. There was nothing that he could say in the moment that would force her to stop doing what she was doing.

"No, more." Tempest raked her hands down Dron’s chest, and he hissed out in pain. It was just enough for him to squeeze her even tighter. He turned and slammed Tempest against the stone wall. Dust from the roof rained down on top of them.

Dron dipped his head again, kissing down her neck and down to her chest. She whined and arched her back so Dron could get more of her into his mouth. Finally, his pants were pushed down to his ankles. He kicked them off the best that he could, his hands sliding on Tempest’s bottom through all of the slick that she was producing.

Finally, Dron couldn’t hold back any longer. He wanted her more than his next breath. Wanted to possess her. Wanted to drink in all the essence that she could give him. That started with Dron dropping Tempest on the bed in front of them and then dropping to his own knees.

"Dron, I don’t need that. I need..."

Dron knew exactly what she needed, but his alpha instincts were taking over, and right now he was concerned about what he needed. She would get her pleasure either way.

"Hush, let me taste you," Dron grumbled out as he lifted her legs and spread them as wide as he could without hurting her.

He didn’t waste any time. He knew what was waiting for him in her glistening core. He dove in. The moment his mouth made contact with her core, she bucked up off the bed and her hands slammed hard into his head and shoulder. He groaned but didn’t stop as he sucked and licked at her. She mumbled something he couldn’t understand. The timbre of her voice got higher and higher until she came again, this time on his mouth. Dron swallowed over and over, drinking down all she had. When her body jerked and quivered, he used his strength to hold her down. He stayed there for a long while and brought her to ecstasy over and over again.

"Dron!" she screamed out and yanked on him.

He was getting carried away. It was time for him to give her what she’d been begging him for.

Slowly, he crawled up her body.

Tempest was sweating and panting. Her hair was plastered to her moist forehead. She looked completely worn out, but she didn’t want him to stop. He could feel that her need had only increased. She reached down between them and grabbed his primary sex organ.

Dron hissed out again but followed her lead. She pressed the crown of his cock against her folds and wiggled down so he was already nestled inside of her.

"Impatient little thing, aren’t you?"

"Don’t tease me. I can’t take it right now," Tempest whimpered.

"You can take it and so much more," Dron replied as he thrust hard into her.

She groaned and squeezed him inside of her. The feel of her wrapped around him was more than he could take. Instead of taking his time with her like Dron wanted to, he thrust in hard again. Faster and faster until Tempest’s teeth were chattering together.

He was going too fast, too hard.

He couldn’t stop himself. It was as if some primal need inside of him had taken over.

Just as the thought passed through Dron’s head, Tempest leaned forward and bit his shoulder, hard. Hard enough that he was sure she drew blood.

Dron tossed his head back and roared to the ceiling.

Dron pressed her down and kept her still. He was dominating her.

This was exactly where he wanted to be, and this was exactly where Tempest needed him.