Dragon Hunts

I cried as he quickened his pace, flooding me with slam upon slam of battering, vicious fucks. My heart pounded just as hard as he lunged into me with sheer savagery that, deep down, I couldn’t get enough of. Each stroke felt like a brand, Declan marking me in places I wouldn’t be able to wash away afterwards. Forever claimed as his conquest.

He kissed me as he fucked me relentlessly. The kiss was sweet, tender, and compassionate. His fuck was harsh, rapid, and mind-bending. I drowned in ecstasy. Never had I been taken so hard, so forcefully—every fibre of my being screamed with manic need. The pleasure climbed higher and higher until I felt pressure so incredibly thick that I couldn’t hold it any longer. I surrendered.

Fireworks exploded before my eyes.

He didn’t stop fucking me as the burst of vivid colours filled my vision. My pussy desperately clenched around his granite-hard shaft, slicked with my cream of pleasure. He kept pounding and pounding.

And pounding.

“Declan…” I breathed, wanting him to slow down. My cunt milked his cock with inward strokes. I couldn’t take this much pleasure.

“Just a little more, baby,” he said through clenched teeth. “Christ. Just a bit more.”

I mewled again. A raw surge of pleasure seized me—again. I was ambushed by a second orgasm in a row. The world blackened for a long second. The pleasure was so mind-bending it had to be rapture. My body quaked. My mind floated into oblivion.

White. Pure. And free.

I collapsed on his chest. Declan drove another dozen hungry thrusts into me before he finally ejaculated. He cursed, quite loudly, in my ear. His body shuddered. His cock emptied his seed.

He wrapped me in his arms while I tried to catch my breath. He nuzzled me and whispered endearments so sweet that I felt I’d died and gone to heaven. When the last tide of ecstasy ebbed away, I became aware I must be making him uncomfortable. Declan was built like a Viking god, but I was certainly no pixie. I had always been on the generously curved side since having Bobby. I tried to move, but Declan refused to let me go.

“I’m too heavy.” My cheeks heated with embarrassment.

“Nonsense. You’re perfect.”

“But—”

“Stay like this a little bit longer. We’re still a long way from the airport. I want to cuddle.”

Cuddle? My boss likes to cuddle?

“Declan, please.”

He pecked a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Are you on birth control? I’m curious if Bobby wouldn’t mind a little brother or a little sister.”

I froze.

I expected him to laugh afterwards, like he was joking. He didn’t. His blue eyes were as solemn as a priest’s at Sunday sermon. What the hell was that supposed to mean? That was the weirdest post-coital pillow talk I’d ever encountered. Coming from a man like him, it was even weirder.

He caressed my face and gave me more mind-muddying kisses.

I wished I knew what was going on inside his gorgeous, arrogant head.

Chapter Two

We touched down in the Denpasar International Airport about twenty-six hours later. We’d had a brief layover in Narita, Tokyo. The flight was long and tiring even though we’d flown first class. The immigration and baggage claim took us another forty-five minutes and when we finally emerged at the arrivals gate I was itching to get to the hotel and take a shower. The air was hot and humid, making the back of my shirt stick to me.

Among the sea of people, we spotted a man dressed in a creamy gold, traditional Balinese livery holding a print-out of Declan’s name. He introduced himself as Wayan and turned out to be the chauffeur from the hotel I’d booked. Our ride was a blue minivan painted with the garish logo of the hotel. As soon as Wayan had loaded our luggage into the trunk, I climbed into the air-conditioned haven. Funny that Declan didn’t seem affected by the local weather. He was dressed in the same impeccable black Versace suit and not a hair was out of place. I had changed clothes and washed up in Narita during the layover—my encounter with Declan in the limo had left me a little fragrant. Even so, I still looked dishevelled when I stole a glance in the rear view mirror.

From the airport, it took us another hour to get to our destination. The hotel Declan had ordered me to book was located in a rather remote, mountainous area. Twenty minutes after we exited the capital city, we were being dazzled by the scenic routes with breathtaking landscape and brilliant greenery. For the first time in my life, I saw terraces of rice fields. I was rendered speechless by the indigenous beauty. Dozens of layered fertile green beds nestled against steep hills. Verdant, tall stalks of coconut and banana trees grew in between. The sun’s rays were reflected in the small streams between the terraces, glinting like the rarest jewels. Growing up as a city girl, I had never guessed that there were so many shades of green. From afar, the young rice plants looked like lightly tinted chartreuse carpets. As they matured, they became dark green, then ripened into a rich yellow ochre when their stems were heavy with grains. The scenery looked like a masterpiece by nature’s most gifted artist.

Declan squeezed my hand. I startled. I was lost in this new, exotic wonderland. He didn’t say a word, only casting me his signature haughty smile. I squeezed his hand back, giddy. We hadn’t talked much after our mind-blowing sex. I felt a bit awkward and he seemed to want to give me my own space. During the flight, he’d held my hand when everybody else was sleeping and stolen a kiss when nobody was looking.

He treated me like no man ever had before. It was flattering and confusing at the same time.

Our progress slowed to a crawl as we entered the gates of the resort. The gravel ground underneath the tyres, making the van shudder. The place was called Chedi and it turned out to be a small but upscale boutique hotel. I wondered why Declan had chosen to hold a meeting in such a place. Usually company meetings were held in large, busy hotels equipped with a dozen conference halls and state-of-the-art modern conveniences.

The largest building I’d seen so far seemed to be the hotel’s reception. Dozens of luxurious bungalows surrounded the main lobby, nestled on hills and among rice fields. Everything in this place screamed expensive and private.