A Dragon's Treasure

Passion of the Dragon's Flight

HELLO! I know that I have stated in the description that there would be no warnings of graphic chapters, and that I dislike authors notes. While the latter is still true, I have decided that because this is my first book on Wattpad, and it may be unclear what my exact writing style is, that this would be the FIRST AND LAST warning. If you do not wish to read graphic passages (and when I say graphic, I mean detailed [both sexually and violently graphic depending on the book]), I would suggest skipping to the end (or skipping the chapter as a whole). Readers discretion is advised. Happy reading! :)

Their need for one another was intense. Neither Laxus nor Mira had felt such a pull to someone before, the passion they felt in the kiss they were sharing was radiating through the both of them. Laxus still had his arms around Mira, his large hands pressed against her back as electric tingles sparked through his palms, across her back, and tingled their way up her spine. Quite literally, too. His emotions were raging as his dragon instincts pushed to the surface, causing small jolts of electricity to dance off of his skin where they made contact. Mira enjoyed it, it gave her a rush, and knowing that she made him feel slightly out of control like no one else could was arousing her further. They pushed closer to one another, deepening their kiss. Mira pulled away to catch her breath, and Laxus kissed across her jaw and down her neck line, pulling lightly at the thin strap of her dress with his teeth. Before she could reach up to start unzipping her dress the thin fabric of the shoulder strap snapped, taking her by surprise.

A light gasp escaped her lips and she began to run her hands from his chest up to his shoulders. Slipping her fingers under the soft fabric of his jacket and down his arms; urging him to remove his outer most layer. He followed her lead and moved his arms from the small of her back, reaching behind himself to tug on the cuff of his sleeves and help her to remove the obstruction. They needed to be closer, and they needed it now. Mira trailed her fingers back over his shoulders to the top button of his shirt. Her feather light touch leaving a trail of sparks they could both feel -- and if they pulled away from each other for even a moment they would be able to see it as well -- as her fingers began to expertly undo each button that stood between them.

Moving to kiss the other side of her neck, Laxus moved his hands to her back once more. He ran the tips of his fingers along her zipper, teasing her, as his other hand stayed firmly on the small of her back. Finally, as Mira reached the last button on his shirt and began to work on his belt, he grasped the zipper on her dress and slowly but purposefully slid it down her back. Without hesitating she slipped her arm out of the shoulder strap that was intact and let her velvet dress slip down the length of her body and find a new home around her ankles.

The cool air sent shivers across her exposed skin as Laxus put his right hand on her hip, tracing the delicate black lace of her underwear with his thumb. Her hands moved back up his shoulders to the back of his neck, maneuvering his face back to hers to continue the passionate kiss they had started. His other hand traveled from the small of her back to the band of her matching strapless bra, tracing the scalloped lace edges along the sensitive skin of her rib cage. Having moved her hands from his face again, she continued working on the button and zipper that still stood in their way. Finally getting it undone, the pants joined the dress on the ground.

Both finally down to only their underwear, Mira broke away from their kiss. Taking a deep breath she smiled up at Laxus before placing her hand over his and moving it from her rib cage, lacing their fingers together. Smiling up at him she carefully took a step back, being sure not to step on their clothes she walked backwards, leading him by the hand towards the couch. She already knew that her room was too far for them to make it all the way up the stairs. He could see what she was thinking. Swiftly unlacing their fingers, he firmly clasped his hands on either side of her hips, lifting her and tossing her small frame onto the deep cushions of the couch. She let out a small laugh as she looked up to him, still standing above her, as she adjusted her position on the couch. He took a moment to admire her fit frame, the hours of training she put in were clear. She was obviously a good match for him and his dragon, he could feel his pulse pounding in his ears, a sign that his dragon agreed. He knew she would challenge him at every turn, exactly what he was looking for. Most people were too scared to stand up to him, and while doing so she could even hold her own. She was his equal, the one he had been searching for. The moment of silence stretched out a little longer as a small smile appeared on his face.