Xandria had her legs wrapped around Maltherion's waist as he held her up, kissing him.
One of his hands held her in place, while the other one travelled up to the strap of her night gown and pulled it down, exposing her bare skin.
Xandria gasped as she felt the cold air on her naked shoulder, she snuggled closer into Maltherion, in order to keep herself warm. Her hands found its way to the buttons of his shirt, and she started undoing it. One after another.
Their lips finally seperated for a moment as Maltherion lifted her night gown above her head and tossed it to the ground.
He took a moment to pause and stare at Xandria. His eye fixed on her bare chest. Xandria looked at him with shock as she saw where his eyes had traveled to. She quickly hugged his neck, and buried her face in his neck.
"God, you are so beautiful Xandria. I could stare at you all day and never get tired." She heard him whisper as he slowly lowered her into the water.
Xandria gasped as she felt the warm water envelope her skin. She was expecting it to be freezing cold, but it was warm and soothing. " How is the water warm?" Xandria asked as she emerged her body fully into the water, leaving only her head.
" It's an enchanted stream. This is where the Dragons of the old resided, before they went into hiding." Maltherion explained as he took off the rest of his clothing and stepped into the water.
" Is that why you brought me here?" Xandria tried to stay focused as she felt his warm hands travel up her body. She gasped the moment he drew her closer to him and their body were touching.
"Maltherion," she whispered, trying to gather her thoughts together.
"Yes, my love," he answered, his hands roaming around her body.
"What are we meant to do here?" She tried to keep her thoughts clear, but she was failing miserably as she felt his hands touch her sensitive areas.
"I'm going to mark you." She heard him whisper, his lips hovered above her own.
"How?" She breathed, her breath catching in her throat.
"I can't tell you my love, I can only show you."
Maltherion lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping her in place. She was now at eye level with him, as he stood in the water, while her legs were wrapped around his waist.
Her breath hitched as he tilted her chin slightly. His gaze was now serious, staring into her soul.
"It's time I make you mine," he said, "fully mine. By dragon law... And heart."
She swallowed slightly," What does that mean?"
"It means," he said, pressing her hand against his bare chest, "that when I mark you, you will carry my flame. You'll always feel me. And nothing. Not even death, will break the bond."
The enchanted stream that was still began to flow lightly, soft glow of light began to rise in the water, surrounding them in a soft glowing barrier. Locking them out from the outside world, and keeping them in the world of their own.
Their forehead touched each other as Maltherion placed his hand just beneath her collarbone.
"You'll feel a sting," he said. "Then heat. Then you will feel me."
Xandria shivered as magic emanated from his touch. A surge of fire spread beneath her skin, but it didn't burn. It claimed.
A soft gasp escaped her lips as a glowing dragon shaped mark etched itself across her skin. It's tail curled beneath her collarbone, it's wings stretched up towards her shoulders. The mark pulsed once, then it faded into ink black.
Her hands left Maltherion's neck as her head fell backwards, breathless.
Maltherion caught her with a growl, as he pulled her closer to him, her legs instinctively tightening around his waist. "You are mine now."
Her hand trembled as she touched the mark. "It...feels alive."
"It is," he said. His eyes glowing in a shade of red and gold. " A piece of my soul rests with yours now. And you, Xandria, you belong to a dragon."
He leaned down, his teeth lightly grazing her neck.
"Now," he murmured, his voice dark and rough, "let me truly make you mine."
Xandria gasped as she felt Maltherion's lips on her neck, his teeth slightly biting into her.
He walked towards the nearest stone that was beside the stream and placed her there. Her legs were still emerged in the water, but her body was above the water.
She raised her head to look at Maltherion, his gaze staring at the dragon mark that was now etched on her neck.
"What?" Xandria blushed as she felt Maltherion's burning gaze on her.
"You look so beautiful, wearing my mark."
He leaned in closer and captured her lips with his, taking her unexpectedly. Her breath caught slightly as she felt his hands roam around her body, eliciting a moan from her.
She gasped when she felt his burning fingers enter into her.
"Maltherion," she moaned his name silently as she buried her face in his neck in the heat of pleasure.
He took out his hands and replaced it with his hard rod, taking her unaware.
Xandria moaned loudly the moment she felt him enter her, her face contorting with both pleasure and shock.
"I want to hear you call my name, my love" Maltherion whispered as he slammed into her harder.
"Please... I can't take it anymore." Xandria pleaded as she felt herself at the edge of her release.
"I want you to scream my name, Xandria." Maltherion growled as he quickened his pace, driving her towards the edge.
"Please... My king." Xandria screamed as she got closer to her climax.
"I like the sound of that. But I love to hear my name from your mouth as I claim you." She heard Maltherion whisper in her ears as he slowed down his pace, keeping her at her edge.
"Don't stop...please" Xandria pleaded, her hands gripping Maltherion's neck closely.
"Then say what I want to hear," he quickened his pace a little more, bringing her closer to her climax, but not close enough.
"Maltherion... Please." Xandria finally conceded, her hands pulling him closer as she moved her hips, trying to quicken up the pace.
"That's what I want to hear," Maltherion groaned as he quickened his pace, slamming into her, harder than before.
Xandria tried to control her moan, when Maltherion noticed, he placed his hand on her right nipple and gave it a squeeze, eliciting a loud moan from her lips.
"Don't control your moan, I love hearing it." His right hand worked on her nipples while his left hand was on her waist, keeping her in place.
Her moan resonated through the field, filling up the surrounding. She finally released a sound of relief when she finally came, and Maltherion came after her.
Xandria rested her face on his shoulder, her cheeks flaming red.
Maltherion chuckled as he lifted her from the stone and placed her back into the warm water.
They remained in each other's embrace, basking in the warmth of each other and the water.
It felt peaceful, they were out of the palace, no duty, no war talks, no mirrors. Just the two of them. In each other's embrace. Away from all the prophecy and the plotting.
Xandria's hand instinctively touched her neck, where the dragon mark was, she smiled faintly at the thought that she was now sealed to the dragon of Maltherion. All of him belonged to her as all of her belonged to him.
Nothing was going to stop them now.