Free Web NovelChapter 89: Chapter 89
It felt like he was floating in the clouds.
Dron’s mind felt slow but incredibly euphoric. There was still some pain but not nearly as bad as it had been before. He was coming out of it. Coming out of this never ending sleep.
He’d never felt like this before but he knew what he was experiencing was something more than just waking up from an injury.
Something more was happening around him.
Using all the strength he had, Dron tried to move his body. He started with his eyes but they only fluttered.
They opened slightly only to see darkness.
Instead of letting panic take over him he decided to focus on his limbs. Maybe he could try to move them.
He started with his finger tips and finally there was some progress. He couldn’t move them much but there was definitely a wiggle.
Dron took stock of his entire body, trying to remember what it felt like to be conscious. What was strange was the fact that he could feel himself but also something else.
It wasn’t the covers or the bed.
It was another body.
Tempest!
She must be lying down with him. Out of all the earth customs that she’d brought into his life the one of sleeping together might just be his very favorite.
"Dron...oh Dron." She whimpered near his ear and all at once his mind snapped to focus.
Something was wrong.
Dron willed himself to move more. He had to get up. Had to find out why Tempest sounded like that.
He moved his hand again this time his arm did much more work. His fingers slowly caressed her leg. The one that was hitched over his thigh.
Instead of surprise or panic, he heard Tempest gasp and then...moan.
What was happening.
Dron didn’t know what was going on but he wanted to find out as soon as possible.
Fighting against the lingering sleepiness and intense stupor he struggled to open his eyes. He blinked in the darkness. His reality hitting him all at once and making his head hurt.
"Dron, are you awake?" Tempest asked as she continued to slowly move her body against his.
"My...My temptation." Dron’s voice struggled to get out.
"You are...oh thank goodness." Tempest quickly pulled herself up, dragging her body against his in the process.
Dron inhaled and the sweetest scent he’d ever smelled filled his nostrils.
A scent that called to the deeper parts of him. The primal parts.
She pressed her face against his cheek, kissed his lips and forehead, smelled his neck. She wasn’t just happy that he was awake. She was needy.
"Tempest, what are you doing? Are you okay?" Dron questioned finally getting his words to work.
"No, I’m not okay. I need you." She whimpered and continued rubbing herself against him.
"Me? You need me?" Dron questioned not sure if would believe what she was saying as reality or just another part of his dreams. He’d dreamed of Tempest saying those exact words on more than one occassion. It would make sense that she’d do it again.
"Yes, please." She continued to whimper and the grinding against him got more intense.
All pain and uncertainty flashed out of his mind. All Dron could think about now was the fact that she was so close to him. His shaft filled, making him hard and ready for what his body knew was to come next.
What he wanted with all of his being.
He raised his hands, the heaviness in his limbs lessening with every moment that passed by.
Dron grabbed hold of Tempest and twisted in the bed so that she was under him. "You’ve started your heat."
Tempest looked up at him. Even in the near pitch black of the room he could still see the sparkle in her eyes.
"Heat? I’m in heat?" Tempest’s eyebrows furrowed, and she shook her head as if she were the one trying to wake from the stupor.
"Yes, sweet girl. You are in heat."
"No, I can’t. I just...want to be near you."
"You can. And you are."
Tempest shook her head again. "I can’t. We can’t. You’re hurt." She swallowed down hard and squeezed her eyes shut. She was trying so hard to fight what her body was telling her to do. Dron felt a wave of shame when he realized he didn’t want her to fight. He wanted her to give in.
That wasn’t right and he knew it.
When he took her for the first time, he wanted Tempest to be in her right mind. Dron wanted her to give herself to him while she was completely in control of herself.
"Hurt...he’s hurt" Tempest muttered the words to herself.
"I’m fine. Better than I’ve ever been." Dron answered her unasked question. It only dawned on him in that moment that maybe it wasn’t the best thing for him to say if he were trying to get her to calm down.
"You’re okay? You promise?" Tempest peered at him with an intense gaze.
"I am, but you don’t want to do this. You’ve already told me that you don’t want to do this." Dron tried to lift himself off the bed. He needed to get as far away from Tempest as he could. There was no telling how much willpower he had.
"I do. Dron, I want you. I want you now." She hooked her leg around his waist and kept him pressed against her body.
She grinded her core against him.
It felt so good.
Too damn good. freewebnøvel.coɱ
Dron’s eyes rolled back and he continued to press down against her. He inhaled again and that scent assaulted him.
Dron looked over Tempest body. His hand sliding down her skin until he reached her thighs. She was completely soaked. That smell was her slick.
"Oh moon goddess." Dron growled and leaned back down. She surged up and kissed him hard. All the while she continued to grind against him harder and harder. Tempest was getting worked up and he knew it.
He was getting worked up himself. He wanted Tempest more than he could rationalize. He wanted her more than he wanted to breathe. His hands skated all along her skin. Any weakness or pain that he felt before was gone.
Now all he felt was need. A desire so strong it nearly made him forget any promise he made to Tempest before.
Almost.
"No. We have to stop. Tempest, please." Dron pulled his head away from her and clamped his hands around her wrist. She wriggled and tried to pull away.
"You said you wanted me. You lied to me." The sweet voice she had a moment ago was replaced with anger.
"I didn’t lie. I do want you. I want you more than you could ever know. But you don’t want this. You’ve already told me that you don’t want this. I can’t take you against your will, even if you think your will is something different now. It will pass. Once your heat is over it’ll pass." Dron nodded his head. The more he said it out loud the more he felt his will growing stronger.
"Dron, please." She lifted her pelvis and he had to move his away so he could get some space from her.
"Tempest, I’m trying to do what you asked me. If we go through with this you’ll hate me for it later." Dron explained.
"No... no I won’t. I swear. This is what I want. Take me, Dron. Take me as yours." Tempest clawed at him.
Dron fought and fought. He had to stay strong.
"I can’t do this." Dron tried once again to lift himself off her.
Tempest reached up and softly grabbed hold of his face.
"Dron please...it hurts."
All the air zapped out of his lungs. She was in pain. He couldn’t leave her in pain.
She was in pain. He couldn’t leave her in pain.
Dron closed his eyes and forced himself to think. Every instinct in his body was screaming at him to claim her, to give in to the bond that seemed to be pulling them together with an impossible force. But Tempest was more than instinct. More than desire.
She was Tempest.
And he loved her too much to take advantage of her when she wasn’t fully herself.
"Tempest." Dron lowered his forehead to hers. His breathing was ragged, but he forced the words out. "Listen to me."
"It hurts." Her voice cracked.
"I know."
"You don’t know."
The anguish in her voice sliced straight through him. freewёbnoνel.com
"I do know," Dron whispered. "Not exactly what you’re feeling, but I know what it is to have your body demand something your mind isn’t ready for."
Tempest’s hands trembled where they rested against his chest.
"I can’t think straight."
"I know."
"I just want you."
Dron’s heart nearly stopped.
Moon Goddess, she had no idea what those words did to him.
His grip tightened on her wrists for a moment before he loosened it again. He refused to hold her like a prisoner. Refused to become another person taking choices away from her.
