Chapter 7: The Story

Sasha Vouivre's POV

"Will you please tell me what are you doing in the garden just now?" Pierre asked me as he was stripped from his clothes. I don't give a damn if I was staring at him right now. I just wanted to forget about that misfortune just now.

"No," I said curtly as I was brushing my hair and I was looking at his naked butt before Pierre wrapped himself in a towel. I heard that he was having a good time with me before I was scowling at him in the reflection.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," he said as he went inside the bathroom. I was still in the bathrobe before I was looking for my negligee. I put it on and slipped under the cover before I was gripping the blanket. I don't think that Pierre would sleep with me tonight so I pretended to sleep when I heard him was out of the shower.

I heard his silent footsteps as he was putting his clothes for the night. I don't think he would be wearing a shirt as he loved to sleep with pants only. Then I felt a deep next to me. Still, I don't want to open my eyes to know that he was near me.

"Sasha?" He asked me as I was laying still before I felt his hot breaths on my neck.

"I know you're not asleep," he whispered before I was jerking back from him. His naked chest was gleaming at me as he was smirking at me.

"Please, Pierre, can we just sleep tonight? I don't think…" I cleared my throat before I was looking at him.

"I don't think I can perform my wifely duty tonight after…after…"

"After?" Pierre asked as he was waiting for me to explain to him. I sighed before I was closing my eyes.

"You would not believe me if I told you," I said as I was biting my lower lips.

"Try me," he challenged me as his eyes were hardened on me. I gulped before I was sighing with defeat.

"I met a dragon,"

"A dragon? Sasha, there was no such thing as dragons," Pierre said before I was glaring at him. He held his hands in surrender before I sighed. I was twisting the duvet as the stories from my mum was coming into my head right now.

"It's just…i grew up hearing those stories where dragons will come for their brides and I think tonight, a dragon has come to claim me," I said as Pierre furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"What do you mean?" He asked before I sighed. I guess I better started at the beginning for him to understand my situation better.

"My mother used to tell me this story when she was alive. She passed it from her mother that got from her mother and so on in our family," I said as I was sitting on the bed before I was facing Pierre. He was leaning against the headboard before I was starting my story.

"My mum said that our blood, the Kazakov, was very special. It has been known for centuries that we were…some sort of magical descendant," I said as I was waiting for the laugh when I told it to my friend when I was in high school. Pierre did not do any of that as he was listening to me tentatively.

"My mother predicted that I will be mated to one of the dragons that were hiding among the humans. I don't believe her when I grew up as I think that story was childish," I said as I was fidgeting my fingers before Pierre took my hand and he was kissing my knuckles.

"Then, what happened?" He asked as I sighed.

"Of course, I stated that I will not believe in something as mythical as the dragons. I don't think I would come across one until…until tonight. When I was in the garden to go and fetch you, a gold dragon has come and talked to me, sort of,"

"Sort of?" Pierre asked. I nodded.

"I don't know how to say this. But I think it was speaking to me with its mind. I don't know how it got into my mind but it did. And then I have this conversation with it and it asked me to come back again to the garden tomorrow night," I said as I was trying to keep the tears away from falling down my cheeks.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Pierre asked me as he was wiping my tears that I don't know were falling on my cheeks. I sniffed before I was looking at him.

"I don't know what to do. What if the dragon wants me? I cannot leave you, Pierre. I don't want to be with it. All I ever wanted in my life was you," I confessed as Pierre was taken back from my confession.

This was it. This was the moment that Pierre would reject me and I will be heartbroken forever. I turned away from him as I was looking at the bedding before his thumb and forefinger were gripping my chin and dragged my eyes to meet his stormy orbs.

"Do you mean it?" He asked me as I was looking at his eyes, searching for any sign that he might reject me. But there was none of it. Instead, I saw that his stormy orbs were darkened to be something more.

Something like danger and desire.

I gulped as I was drawing a harsh breath before I nodded. I was locking my eyes into his eyes before I was glancing at his lips.

"Yes,"

"And what if I told you that the dragon will not come back tomorrow? Or maybe the dragon was not what it seems? What would you do about it after you know the truth?" He asked as I was looking at his eyes again. Pierre was staring at me.

"Just answer the question, Sasha," he whispered as his hot breath was hitting my lips. I shivered before I was nodding at him.

"Verbally,"

"I don't think I know what to do but my mother stated that when the dragon finally shows itself in its mortal form," I said as I was gulping.

"That means it already claimed you and you can never turn away from it," I said before I was looking at Pierre. He smirked at me before he was brushing his lips slowly against mine.

"Like how I claimed you when I married you then?"

"Maybe but I don't think dragons give a fuck for human's custom," I said as I was breathing Pierre's sea breeze scent. It was refreshing as I was licking lower lips. He groaned.

"You drive a hard bargain, Mrs. Vouivre," he whispered before I was leaning closer. Pierre did the same.

"And what bargain was that, Mr. Vouivre?" I asked him as he smirked at me before chuckled lowly.

"Oh, you will know, soon enough,'' Pierre said before he claimed my lips. I closed my eyes automatically before I was gripping the duvet. I was trying to keep my hands to myself but I cannot as I was putting my hands on his naked chest.

"God, you drive me insane and I cannot take you until I was being honest with you, love," he said as I was furrowing my eyebrow at him.

"What do you mean—" my question died as Pierre was kissing me again and again until I cannot think of another question for him.