10. Deep inside you.

Harshly, he released her and she instantly fell to the ground. Neriah could feel every blood in her body boil with anger. She had never been treated this way in her life! Not the way he dropped her, or the way he kissed her! Oh lords! His kiss, just thinking of it made her red with new anger because even though she hated it, it was so good! She could still feel the burning feeling on her lips. Oh damn him!

She instantly stood to her feet, and in all her life, she would never be able to explain or say what devil possessed her to do what she did considering the height, size and obvious strength of the man before her.

But she leapt up, and her slim, slender palm landed swiftly and viciously on his left cheek!

"Damn you—You, you barbarian!" she hissed. She thought and thought, but at that point in time, she could not think of a better word to describe this bundle of hot flesh in front of her. "How dare you! How dare you lay your filthy hand on me! Do you want to dirty me with your disgusting skin! How dare you touch someone as fair as I!" Oh she was mad. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. The audacity of the man..

"You—" She was going to say more, she was going to tell him exactly what she thought about him. She was going to tell him how she was going to make him pay for stealing her first major kiss. She really was going to punish him because she was the King's beloved daughter.

She was—but she paused. The words just didn't form in her mouth. The room had gone darker. Not metaphorically, it literally went darker in the room. The only thing she could suddenly see was the blazing anger in those flaming eyes of his.

She wanted to gulp down her own saliva, but she couldn't swallow. She wanted to breathe, but there was no air. She wasn't going to tremble, but she did. She trembled badly.

Even in the darkness, she could see every muscle in him tighten with rage. Oh lords! If those hands that held her just a few minutes ago were to land on her, if those massive hands were to strike her, would she survive?

Being held by them seemed pleasant, annoyingly warm, hot! But if those same hands were to rough-handle her… dear goddess save me!

She was a fine swordswoman! A perfect archer and she could flip a man off his feet! Yes, she was strong, very strong, she could do anything!

But she wasn't with a sword, and even if she was with a sword, could her light sword stand against that wicked thing he carried around? His sword was three of her own put together! In length and size.

And even if she had her bow and arrow, she was afraid those muscles seemed like shields. Like the arrows would just bounce back off without leaving even a dent the size of his dimple.

And flipping a man over? Yes, she'd flipped a ton of men over during training. But none of the men she fought hand-to-hand looked like this. She didn't need a shaman to tell her that she could not even lift the man's arm if he didn't allow her to.

She didn't even want to begin thinking of the man in his dragon form. The royal families of Trago Kingdoms were known to be descendants of the great white wyvern, which means he was a white dragon. An Elf as small as herself, facing a white dragon! If he towered over her like this as a human, how much more when he transformed. She was finished!

"You really are one annoying spitfire." His voice was a hiss. A roll of anger could be heard in there. He was furious! Neriah didn't need anyone to tell her that she was probably the first woman—or person, to have had the effrontery to strike such a man across the face. And he clearly wasn't pleased by the gesture.

"Y_you have no idea who I am!" She finally found her words. "How dare you put your filthy barbaric lips on mine!" she raised her voice high! Very high! She wasn't going to be intimidated by him.

Who was she kidding? She was scared out of her mind!

"Oh," His voice had gone even lower. Even in the darkness, she could see a smirk lace his lips.

Impulsively she jerked backward as he suddenly took a step closer to her. He wasn't stopping, he was moving closer and closer, and she was running out of steps.

"I put my er, barbaric lips on yours and I receive a slap for that," His voice was so deep, so dark, so enchanting and yet so frightening.

There was nowhere to run, he was so close. Her leg hit something as she stepped back, and she tumbled backwards.

Horrified to find that she had landed back-flat on the bed, she jerked to rise to her feet. But he was already there, on the bed, straddling her, holding her down.

Golden eyes staring down at green ones that were filled with fear. His right hand held both her hands above her head and he lowered himself. Bringing his face closer to hers.

His breath, hot and just above her lips.

"I should let you know, no one sent for an extra maid for prince Barak." Neriah didn't hear him at first because she was too scared to listen. She was busy trying to wriggle from underneath him. But then she paused, the words suddenly sinking into her system, and her eyes dilated.

"That is right my lovely spitfire, I saw you trying to climb over the walls. I lied about the extra maid and you just fell for it." Oh the horror! The heart-wrenching horror of the facts he was telling her. She had been a fool! A stupid adamant fool! And she had waltzed into this room with her own two legs, she had fallen into his trap without a minute protest!

Oh what a disgraceful fool she was!

"I know you are a spy. And I can guess I know who sent you. The princess, she has sent you to spy on the prince."

Oh he had it all wrong! Neriah didn't know if she was to laugh at his misconception or cry at her foolishness. She had been a fool.

"My barbaric lips on your sweet, cursing own. Oh dear maiden," His left hand was suddenly roaming her body, her cloak was unhooked before she could blink. Leaving the high rise of her breasts visible to him now.

His fingers traced her jawline, tenderly brushing her cheek. She turned her head, because she was disgusted, but also because she was feeling something new, something she couldn't explain. Something burning, and it wasn't anger. Far from it.

"I intend on putting not only these barbaric lips on you," the smirk was wiped off his face as he spoke again, "but my entire barbaric body on your sweet slender own." Her eyes widened even more.

"Oh, not just on you, but" he bent lower, bringing his lips to her ear as he spoke the next words, "inside you. Deep, deep inside you."