The Kings Series #2 His Silver Hand novel Chapter 23

When Lucas asked her to dress warmly because she will be riding him tonight --she had imagined herself perched on his scaley dragon's back and him flying above the clouds, under the moonlight.

Romantic, right?

Yes. If the expectation was met with reality.

She was riding his back alright, only he was running like the wind in the forest separating his estate from Xander's. Hate to imagine the state of her brown locks when they arrived at his mansion. She swore she will strangle him if she found out her hair was beyond redemption.

And how could he carry her without breaking a sweat? These supernatural creatures had amazed her since day one. Well, except the villains. She shuddered at the thought of Zachary.

"You okay there, sweetheart?" Lucas's deep rumble was carried by the wind.

"Doing swell dandy fine," she muttered. Disgruntled. He chuckled. And she could feel the vibrations on the front of her body, creating havoc to her sensitized senses.

"Almost there, Rie." He promised.

Rie's eyes widen at the sight before her. He had rounded an inviting lake behind his magnificent home. "This is all yours, sweetheart. Soon."

Lucas had slowed his pace and he halted before a clearing. She slowly slipped down his muscled back and they walk hand and hand towards the frontcourt.

Her eyes couldn't grow any bigger as it was and her jaw dropped at what lay in grandeur before her. They had passed a lot of houses on the way here. Most probably belonging to his kingdom's people. This magnificently structured mansion was at its center. A leader's hearth. A home.

Feeling him move behind her --his arms slip around her waist and she rested her back on his hard and warm frame with a contented sigh.

"This is your home." No question.

"It's ours. We will fill this house with running little feet someday. Soon." He murmured. His lips on her disheveled hair. "I need to show you something. Before that..."

She gasped when her eyes were blindfolded by a thick black scarf. "Lucas," suddenly uncertain.

"Trust me?" His usual deep voice was filled with emotion. Not being able to see, alone and helpless in a new place should have freaked her out.

"I trust you," she answered in a confident voice -- and ended up squealing and giggling when he carried her effortlessly in his arms.

Gripping his neck --her cheek pressed on his thudding heart --she decided to surrender everything to him tonight. He deserved her unconditional love.

It was so silent. Peaceful. With only the sounds of the nocturnal animals serenading them tonight. "Where is Indali?"

"Esmeralda has her. She needs to train." And she lost another sous chef. This one for a good cause.

"Your brothers and their mates?" She couldn't believe they had the house to themselves.

"They have their own homes." Hmmm, she liked it. They could explore more.

"And where are you taking me again?"

"Nice try, sweetheart. We're almost there." She could hear some scuffles and heels of his leather shoes hitting the marbled floor.

Another latch of a well-oiled door opened. She cocked her head away from his chest, trying to listen. Her breaths had grown heavy with anticipation.

Lucas placed her gently on her feet. She swayed, a bit wobbly --he tightened his hold on her arm to steady her.

"Luc," she whispered. His warmth left her all of a sudden and she felt anxiety filled her --only for a few seconds.

She trusted her mate. Implicitly. No harm will befall her, especially when in his care.

"You can remove your blindfold, my Argetlam." Why was his deep voice...

Rie removed her blindfold and gasped.

Lucas, the powerful Dragon King was on his knees before her, on his palm an old velvet box with a sparkling yellow diamond ring surrounded with flawless glinting diamonds.

She was absolutely speechless. Her eyes filled with tears. She didn't think he would go this far to please her.

The room he had taken her was magical and he was down on his knees. Surrendering to her. To fate.

"Rie," Lucas finally broke the silence. "You deserve the best in the world. You deserve to be worship. You deserve to be cared for. You deserve to be loved." She watched him took a shaky breath. "And I love you, Anna Marie. More than my life. You are my heart. My soul. The rider of my beast. You are my future. Please say you will be my Argetlam. My mate. For eternity."

She was openly crying from his confession. She loved him too. Going down to embrace him, she miscalculated and ended up on top of him. Giggling despite her tears.

"Little chef?" Uncertainty laced his voice.

She looked down at his panicked expression and smiled gloriously. "I love you so so much, Lucas. And yes, I will be your Dragon Queen, your Argetlam."

Lucas smiled in relief. With trembling fingers, he reached for her left hand and slid the glamourous, most probably ancient ring on her finger. "This looks beautiful on you, sweetheart."

"Yes, it does." She was gazing at the diamonds glittering from the many candlelight in the elegant room. It was then she noticed the exquisite decor.

A sumptuous feast was prepared in one corner and the carpeted floor was covered with rose petals. Because of their current position, Lucas was lying on a soft bed made of flower petals. He smelled of it too.

He plucked some of them from her hair while still gazing at her in wonder.

"Let's eat before we go back, sweetheart. You must be hungry." Lucas murmured in a husky voice.

Anna Marie knew what she wanted. "Yes, I'm hungry. For you." Not waiting for a response, she leaned down and kissed him. Pressing her lips firmly to his.

Lucas groaned and met her. Returning the gesture with hunger. Rie responded eagerly, parting her lips to receive his hot tongue, dwelling, and exploring. He growled and deepened the kiss.

In a fluid motion, she found herself flat on her back, comfortably surrounded by crushed petals. Wrapping her arms more firmly on his neck, she pulled him down, wanting to feel his weight on hers.

Lucas swore, alarmed. Their lips parted momentarily. "Sweetheart," his voice was sexy and gravelly with desire.

"I'm okay, Lucas. Love me more." She implored and pulled him down again.

He resisted. Rie sighed and narrowed her eyes. "Rie, you know I couldn't resist you. We should take this slow."

"I want you. More, Lucas." Rie uttered while caressing his broad shoulders and bulging muscles. It was a heady sensation to feel him tremble from her touch.

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Growling savagely, he bent and paid homage on her parted lips. This time their kiss was bordering on incendiary. He thoroughly explored her mouth, sucking her tongue, his mimicking what he wanted to do on her pussy.

Her body became more pliant, softer beneath him. Loving his weight pressing her down the velvety flowers and carpet.

Nudging her chin, Lucas transferred his attention to her neck, licking and laving her flush skin hungrily. She moaned and arched her body, closing her eyes from the unbelievable sensation, she gripped his forearms, her nails digging his flesh.

That excited Lucas even more and he began to suck her skin. Marking her.

"Lucas," she gasped for much-needed air. She felt warm all over.

He raised his head to look down at her. "More?" She nodded shyly. "You will tell me if it's too much?" She nodded again. "I want to see you, sweetheart."

With trembling fingers, she started to unbutton her coat. He stopped her. Her slumberous amber eyes flew to his, confused. "Let me."

He helped her divest of her coat and he slowly raised her long sleeve shirt, revealing her upper body. She shivered from anticipation. Knowing what his lips and hands felt on her bare skin.

Rie didn't bother to wear a pair of brassiere since she was dressed in multiple shirts to keep her warm. From her earlier decision, her breasts were unfettered. Totally bare for his pleasure.

Lucas's hazel eyes glowed even more, tracing her heaving beauties. She could feel her reddish-brown nipples hardened from his scrutiny.

"More," she encouraged.

Stifling a curse, he gripped the waistband of her pants and tugged. Button and zipper destroyed, he removed her denim together with her underwear. She laughed at his eagerness. "Your turn, my dragon."

Naked, she stretched once again on the floor's beautiful carpet and she watched him undress for her. Memorizing every sinew, every magnificent muscle. When her eyes reached his throbbing rod, she gulped.

He was big. She closed her eyes. Nothing and no one can touch her when she was with Lucas. Nothing can ruin their moment of love.

"Anna Marie," her eyes flew open from his tender touch. He was hovering above her, partially covering her body with his warmth. "I love you. Let me worship you."

"Yes." Gripping his nape, she kissed him to bring back the flames. They once more explored each other's mouths.

Rie felt Lucas massaging her side, his hand shifting back and forth, fingers lightly squeezing her sensitized skin down to her hip. Her legs parted naturally for him and he growled, accepting her invitation. His hand caressed the smooth skin of her inner thigh closer to where she needed him the most.