One Big Happy Family

Chapter 22: Passion... and Malcontent (Mature!)

**The following chapter contains sexually explicit material and language.  It is intended for mature audiences.**

Drogo spent a delightful afternoon in Sabrina's company.  He helped her apply the henna to her brown locks, and the result was more than satisfactory.

"You look positively Irish," Drogo smirked when Sabrina did a quick spin in front of him, showing off her new red hair.

"Thanks... I think," Sabrina replied, unsure whether Drogo was sincere or mocking her.

"What I mean is... with your green eyes and pale skin... the red hair makes you look that way.  Maybe we should change your last name to O'Malley or something," he chuckled mischievously.

Sabrina pouted and put a hand up to her chin pensively.

"Hmm... Rose O'Malley," she tried out the name.  "Actually... that's not too bad.  I think I like it," she nodded approvingly.

"No, no, no," Drogo immediately put up his hands to stop her.  "We will stick with Rose Forester.  I already told you why."

Sabrina winked wickedly.  "Gotcha!"

Drogo narrowed his eyes and grabbed her.  "Don't you play little mind games with me, missy," he growled playfully as he started kissing her neck.

"Why not," she wiggled in his arms, giggling.  "Are you the only one who's allowed to do it?"

Drogo lifted her off the ground and carried her in his arms toward the cot.  He then dropped her down, unceremoniously.  Sabrina raised her eyebrows:

"What?  Again?  Haven't we already done this today?"  She looked up at him defiantly, a challenging smile on her lips.

"Call it deja-vu, if you like," he replied with a threatening undertone in his voice.

He then pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor.  Sabrina's eyes widened as Drogo pounced on top of her, pinning her under him.

"Drogo..." she started to protest, but he covered her mouth with his.

"Enough talking," he murmured huskily against her lips as he deepened his kiss.

Sabrina ran her hands through his blonde hair, tousling it.  Knowing what he wanted, she arched her long neck.  Surely enough, Drogo's fangs dug into her soft, white flesh.

"Mmmm... you taste like heaven," he whispered as her blood started invading his mouth.

He proceeded to drink greedily, running his hands over her bodice.  His fingers unhooked the little snaps that helped fasten the garment to her torso, and soon after, he was exploring her bare flesh underneath.  Sabrina moaned with pleasure and grabbed his buttocks pulling him closer.

"No," Drogo whispered as she started to spread her legs underneath him.  "I wanna try something different today."

Sabrina widened her eyes inquiringly.

"Turn over," Drogo instructed her as he stood up and removed his pants.  "But first... take everything off."

Sabrina did as he asked.  She stepped out of her dress and took off her undergarments.  Once she was completely naked, she laid back down, on her stomach.  She felt him straddle her.  His hand ran up and down her back, giving her shivers.  As he leaned down, she could feel his erection against her buttocks. 

"Spread your legs," Drogo murmured in her ear.

She did, and felt his fingers exploring her wetness.  He rubbed her back and forth, parting her with his hand so he could get to her most sensitive flesh.  When his rough fingertips found it, he circled all around, making her moan again.  The sensation was overwhelming and Sabrina arched her back, wanting more than just his hand.