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His smaller cock fused to my clit, and he began to move, his hips driving against mine, his cock sinking deeper and deeper. I could feel every inch of him, could feel his love and desperation in every thrust. I met his movements, our bodies coming together with heat and passion.
With each push forward, he heightened my pleasure in a way I'd never experienced before. It was sublime, a torturous ecstasy that left me gasping and eager for more. I bucked beneath him, urging him on, my body begging for the release only this male could provide.
“More, Davon,” I said in a husky whisper. “I need more.”
He growled, a sound primal and possessive. It sent a thrill through me. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, filling me completely. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he held me in place and drove into me, each jolt forward crashing all the way to my core.
The sound of our bodiescoming together filled the room, a raw, carnal melody that spoke of our love and need for each other. My orgasm built, the pressure inside me reaching a fever pitch.
“Davon,” I gasped, my body trembling beneath his.
He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “Let go, Maggie,” he whispered. “Let me hear you scream my name.”
And with a final, powerful thrust, I did. My body convulsed, the thrill of being with this male crashing over me as I cried out his name. He moved faster, pumping harder, riding me through my orgasm and another until he stiffened. His guttural bark rang out and his body spasmed within mine.
We collapsed onto the bed together, our bodies still joined, our breathing echoing around us. He wrapped me up tight in his arms, his heart pounding in his chest, mirroring my own.
“I love you,” he whispered. “No matter what happens, remember that. Remember us, like this.”
“I'll never forget. You're a part of me, Davon. You always will be.”
We lay there for a long time, our bodies entwined, our heartrates slowing. The world outside might be uncertain and our future unclear, but in that moment, we had each other. And that was all that mattered.
As the night wore on, we made love again and again, each time more desperate, more passionate than the last. We were two souls clinging to each other, finding solace and comfort in each other's arms. We whisperedwords of love, of hope, of promise. And as the first light of dawn began to filter through the window, we remained together.
Until the door banged open and Oolah and a pack of lizard guards stormed into the room.
Chapter 22
Davon
Ibolted upright at the sound of the door crashing open, my heart pounding like the thunder of mundrek hooves on hard desert soil. Maggie gasped and clutched the sheet to her chest, her eyes wide with fear. I snarled out a curse. I should’ve left her room hours ago, but I'd let my need for her cloud my judgment. I'd fallen asleep with her in my arms, and now we were both in danger. Instead of protecting her, I'd put her in grave danger.
Guards flooded into the room, their scaly skin glistening in the dim light, their weapons drawn. Oolah strode in with them, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene. I leaped from the bed, placing myself between Maggie and the Veerenads. I grabbed my pants and stabbed my legs into them, fastening them at my waist.
“You fool,” Oolah snapped, her lips curling back over her jagged teeth. “It's over, Zuldruxian. The king will have your head for defiling his pet.”
I flung my tunic over my head and my arms through the sleeves.
“Take him to the basement,” Oolah told the guards. “Lock him up with the others.”
“No, Davon!” Maggie cried.
The guards advanced, their claws clicking on the stone floor. I clenched my fists, tensing my body for fight. I wouldn't go down without a battle. Not when my mate’s safety was at stake. Once they took me from her, it would be over.
With a roar, I lunged at the closest guard. I grabbed his wrist, twisting it until he dropped his weapon. I followed up with a swift punch to his throat, sending him reeling backward, crashing to the floor. The other guards circled me, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. They thought this was a game, a chance to prove their strength. I'd show them just how strong a Zuldruxian warrior could be.
The next guard attacked, his claws swinging out in a wide arc. I ducked and weaved, avoiding having my throat ripped out, and grabbed his arm, using his momentum to throw him over my shoulder. He landed with a thud on his back on the floor, groaning but not getting up.
Another guard charged with his head lowered, aiming for my belly. I sidestepped, latched onto his arm, and wrenched it from the shoulder socket. His snarling groan rang out.
“Take him,” Oolah shouted. “Stop playing or the king will have your heads.”
The rest of them rushed me all at once.
I fought like a cornered beast, all fists and tusks, roaring my defiance. Maggie's screams echoed behind me, a reminder of what I was fighting for. I took down two more guards, my fists connecting with their scaled flesh, their grunts of pain filling the air. But they kept coming, a relentless wave of power determined to make me pay for daring to reach for something I should never have tried to claim.
A guard slammed into me from the side, sending me crashing to the floor. I rolled, kicking out and sending him sprawling. I leaped to my feet, but another guard tackled me from behind. I hit the floor hard on my chest, the impact jarring my jaws together and knocking the wind from my lungs. Maggie screamed again; her voice filled with terror.