The Dragon King's Chosen Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

She was right. Her vassel was different from the one he had imaged. It was better. Despite her breast bag, he cod see that her breasts were a little larger and her thighs too more than his painting's, and she was curvy, her stomach was not as bony sucked in as he had painted it either.The candlelight surrended him no mercy as the light help his eyes greedily feast on their desire.His Donna's vessel was that of a goddess.He gulped, blinking and looking away from her to recollect himself. "Did you come across Lady Kestra on your way here?"He needed to know if Kestra was tempering with her brain again. If this was only an after effect, if she had any control of herself. "Why is that important?" "Are you drunk, Donna?" Oh, now she understood.He wanted to know if she was in control of herself, although she couldn't really understand why Lady Kestra was connected to this. In truth, she really didn't know what had come over her but she knew what she was doing and she understood

Her thighs widened and she whined, focusing on the pain that she felt when her teeth pressed against her lower lip instead of the pleasure that surged through her body at the contact of her fingers that slid in between her welcoming folds, pressing against her pulsating sex."This is wet."Something in his jaws ticked as he watched her. "I think it's really wet."He could hear it and that didn't help at all. It didn't help that his hearing was this good. The way she moved her fingers up and down, every swipe, every stroke, he could hear everything. Now, he couldn't hold back anymore, he walked across the room with intent and determined steps, and something sparked in her eyes when she saw that.Her gaze followed him as he move closer to her, while she bit back a moan that threatened to slip past her lips. She shouldn't stop now, but somehow, she didn't want to."It feels warm."She bit back another moan, this one causing her body to shudder slightly from her fight.Enough about ho

She raced up to her feet at the first sight of his bare chest. "I'm fine in this. Never mind, Eli."He hesitated for a millisecond, then he continued unbuttoning his shirt anyways. With a simple swing, he took off his shirt."Well, I am hot." Before Belladonna had a chance to say anything to that, there was a knock at the door. Eli had not been pleased with the disturbance and with a grunt, he pulled his shirt back on, dashing to the door when he was done with that and his mask was once again on his face. He had come back into the study even more displeased.The news he had gotten made it necessary for him to leave. Without wasting even a second, he told her everything.What Belladonna had earlier feared was happening. The dragon was misbehaving. "Stay right here, I will lock the door. I see you are with my keys, one of them works for this door too. I will be back as soon as I can." He had instructed, then left after that.Belladonna let out a shaky breath. What was wrong with h

"You know her," Belladonna said quietly, observing his reaction. It had almost seemed like a question but at the same time, it wasn't."I don't think so. I can't recall who that is right now, that is, if I have even met her, My Lady."Belladonna looked at him through squinted eyes. He was talking too much. That was unlike him. Something was up. Colin was quick to recollect himself though. "Thank you for delivering this, My Lady."She wanted to linger on longer and probe at her suspicion but she knew Colin. Whenever he was determined to be tight-lipped, there would be nothing to get out of him. Not even a word. She would have had more luck with Raquel. Unfortunately, she was unstable, and even now, worse. There was also the fact that Eli might return anytime soon. She wouldn't want him to find her out of the room. Her heart skipped a beat at her next thought. Hopefully, he wasn't there already. "You are welcome. Extend my greetings to Raquel when she wakes up. Tell her I wi

He moved his hand from her waist and before she could fall slightly back from the release of pressure, they were on her thighs with a firm grip, the leather feeling of his gloves on her skin a little rough.With an instinctive need to clench her thighs, she straddled him even further and let out a shaky gasp as his fingers sunk against her flesh from how tight his grip had become. Her hand slipped from his face to meet his shoulder and gripped it, just as the second one was doing to his other. His skin was warm underneath her palm and they seemed to flex under her touch.She was giving herself a lot of speech in her head to put a stop to her actions, trying hard to deny the command to rock against him and get her orgasm that her body was sending to her. "Did you see the painting?" He asked, his voice normal like they were just sitting at the opposite sides of the desk, not the position they were in right now, and having the most normal discussion and not one about her nude painting.