"I'm going to do it tomorrow," I say suddenly, the decision crystallizing even as I speak. "Tomorrow at dawn. I'll cut my palm, mix our blood, and I'll confess everything. Every kill. Every obsessive thought. Every time I've touched you, tasted you, fucked you while you slept." My thrusts become punishing. "And then I'll kiss you. And you'll wake up. And you'll either love me or kill me, and fuck, Adelaide, I don't even know which one I want more."
That's a lie. I need her to love me with a desperation that's eating me alive from the inside out.
"But you won't love me," I continue, my voice breaking. "How could you? Look at me. Look at what I am." I grab her hand, press it against my scaled chest. "Scales and claws and wings. A dragon. A monster who stole you away and kept you like a doll in a tower."
The words taste like ash in my mouth, but it's true. That's what I am. That's what she'll see when she wakes.
The bond writhes, angry and unsatisfied. It needs her participation. Needs her to want this, want me. And she can't. Not like this.
"Fuck!" I roar, slamming into her so hard the bed frame cracks. "Why did it have to be you? Why did the bond choose you? Why couldn't I just let you go?"
But I know why. Because she's everything. Because in a thousand years of existence, I've never felt anything like what I feel for her. Because she's mine in a way that transcends reason or morality or sanity. I pump into her harder and faster now.
My hand wraps around her throat. Not squeezing. Not yet. Just holding. Feeling her pulse flutter against my palm.
I feel her walls shake and contract violently and know she came.
"Such a dirty little whore. Coming on a dragon's cock." My voice comes out ragged. "Fuck!" I follow her over the edge. But I'm instantly hard again.
"Maybe I shouldn't wake you," I say, my thrusts starting up again, slowly at first. "Maybe I should just keep you like this. Safe. Perfect. Mine." But even as I say it, I know it's impossible. The spell is failing. We're both dying. If I don't complete it soon, we'll both be dead within the year.
"No," I growl. "No, I have to wake you. Have to see your eyes. Have to hear your voice.” My hand tightens around her throat, cutting off her air supply even though she doesn't need to breathe under the spell. It's instinct. Possession. The need to control every aspect of her.
"You're mine," I snarl. "Mine, Adelaide. My mate. My perfect little princess. Fate decided it for us." I release her throat and flip her over roughly, pulling her hips up. My hand comes down hard on her ass, the crack echoing through the room. "And tomorrow you're going to wake up and see exactly what kind of monster has been fucking this tight little cunt for a hundred years."
I spank her again, harder, watching her skin turn pink under my palm. "You're going to see these claws that have touched every inch of you. This tail that's wrapped around you while you slept. These wings that have sheltered you from the world." Another spank. "And you're going to be disgusted. Horrified. Terrified."
My cock drives into her relentlessly, chasing a release that will never satisfy the bond. Not until she's awake. Not until she chooses me.
"Fuck... look how wet you are. Can you feel it? A century asleep and still your cunt drips for me like a needy little whore." I draw gentle circles around her clit with my claw. I know she likes the danger that comes with it by the way her pussy shakes and clenches me.
"But you know what, baby?" I lean over her, my chest pressed to her back, my mouth at her ear. "I don't fucking care. You can hate me all you want. You can scream and cry and try to run. But you're mine. The bond says so. Fate says so.And I say so."
I'm spiraling. I can feel it. The careful control I've maintained for a century is crumbling, and I'm drowning in obsession and need and fear so profound it's choking me.
"I'm going to wake you tomorrow," I repeat, the words a mantra now. My thrusts are brutal now, animalistic.
I'm losing my mind. I've lost it. Maybe I lost it the moment I saw her a hundred years ago and decided she was mine.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I groan, my rhythm becoming erratic. "So tight. So perfect. Such a good little slut for me, aren't you? Taking my cock so well. You've taken it for a hundred years, and tomorrow you're going to take it while you're awake. While you're screaming. While you're begging me to stop or begging me for more, I don't even fucking care which."
That's a lie, too. I care. I care so much it's destroying me.
My hand wraps around her throat again from behind, pulling her up so her back is arched, her body pressed against mine. "Mine," I growl into her ear as I fuck into her. "Say it. Fucking say it. Say you're mine." But she can't. She's asleep. I'm talking to her like she can hear me, like she can respond, like she's anything more than a beautiful doll I've been fucking for a century.
"Tomorrow," I whisper, my voice breaking. "Tomorrow you'll be able to say it. Or you'll be able to tell me you hate me. Either way, I'll finally know. Finally hear your voice." Tears are streaming down my face now, hot and shameful. "God, Adelaide, I'm so scared. So fucking scared of what you'll say. What you'll do. What you'll think of me."
I release her throat and push her face down into the pillows, my hand pressing between her shoulder blades as I fuck her with abandon. "But I'm more scared of losing you. Of the spell failing and you dying in your sleep. Of never hearing your voice. Never knowing if you could have loved me back."
My other hand comes down on her ass again, harder than before. The bond is screaming now, demanding completion, demanding her awareness. It's tearing me apart from the inside, and I can feel my magic flickering, failing.
My thrusts become desperate, chasing an orgasm that won't satisfy anything. "And maybe you'll understand. Maybe you'll feel the bond too. Maybe you'll realize that we're mates, that we're meant to be together, that everything I've done was because I love you so fucking much I can't breathe without you."
I'm babbling now, words pouring out in a stream of consciousness that reveals just how far gone I am. I feel tears running down my cheeks again. I blink them away.
My hand slides around to her front, finding her clit again and I flick over it gently with my claw. Her body responds even in sleep, clenching around me, and I groan.
"But you're going to come for me one more time before I wake you. Because your pussy is so needy for attention. It's practically begging me to fuck it. To make it come again. And tomorrow, I'm going to make you come while you're awake. Make you bounce on my cock while you moan. While you're looking at me. While you're screaming my name. Once you wake up, I'll tell you my name. I promise."
