Mistress Of Enchanting Dragon

Silja tried her best but how could she lift him up? After trying a few times she understood his trick.

"What are you doing?" She glared at him. Donovan shrugged his shoulders.

"Why aren't you moving?" Silja glared at him.

"I'm injured," Donovan folded his hand near his chest.

"It's hard for me to move," he said while making a pitiful face.

"Ohh, then sit here and stay hungry," Silja let him go and stood there looking in another direction.

"Huh, wow this is very good. You are the one who hurt me but now when it's time to nurse me you are behaving like you are doing favour on me," Donovan used his trump card. Which was emotional blackmail.

"Don't want to help me eat and want me to die because of hunger," he added, his face contorted in grief.

Silja stomped her foot in anger.

"You…" she pointed her finger at him.

"Don't yell at me. Did you forget that I'm patient and even hungry. Instead of giving me food you are bullying me," Donovan made a pitiful face as he looked at her.

Silja was lost for words seeing the extraordinary acting of this man.

The way he stretched out his lower lip like a child and that pitiful look in his eyes. Silja was sure that if he wasn't a prince he would have become the best actor.

"Don, don't you dare use these tricks on me," Silja shouted. But Donovan didn't pay any heed.

"I'm not playing any tricks," Donovan also turned his head to the other side like a grumpy kid. 

"Don…" Silja yelled. But Donovan didn't move. But a small smile spreaded on the corner of his lips. For saying they were at fight with each other but deep down they were getting more and more closer. And Donovan could feel it.

Silja closed her eyes in frustration.

She walked towards him and tried to turn him around.

"Donovan, food is getting cold. Now Stop showing tantrums and come with me. We need to clean your wounds after that too," Silja said.

She walked in front of him and held him from the shoulders. She wanted to leave him like that but deep down that emotion of guilt was eating her, so there was no way she could let him unattended.

While she was trying to get him up, Donovan suddenly grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

"Ahh.." Silja fell in his lap. Donovan took a chance and wrapped his hand around him.

"Donovan…lwet...me gwooo," her voice came out as muffled when she tried to speak. Silja tried to break free from his arms but Donovan pressed her more on his chest. 

"Donov...ummm,"

Donovan then lifted her head and pressed his lips on hers to stop her from talking.

Silja tried to resist but he held her hand down.

He pinched her chin and when Silja yelped in pain and opened her mouth he found a chance to enter his tongue inside.

Their tongue intertwined and Silja again tasted that familiar taste of his mouth. The strong musculine scent invaded her nostrils and with every stroke of his tongue Silja felt her body going numb. Her resistance slowly reduced and her body went limp in his arms.

"Mhhh," they moaned together and when Silja was almost out of breath he let her go. Silja opened her eyes as she panted slowly.

"Can I get one more chance to prove myself to you?" Donovan asked softly.

His red eyes staring at her hazel one.

Silja pursed her lips.

"I promise I'll make it right," he added when he saw she didn't just snap at him.

She just looked in his eyes, without blinking. Her lips pursued and all attention on him. Her eyes had no emotion in them and Donovan felt afraid by looking at them.

He was master when it comes to reading the face and emotions but at this moment she looked so foreign to him. He was used to her expressive face, where he could even read her heart but right now she seemed to be the chest who's key was buried deep under the ocean.

On the other hand Silja felt her heart quivering at his words. How dare he have the cheek to say that to her. But she couldn't help the bubble of emotions that had just burst in her heart.

"Silja ..i…" but before he could talk anything anymore Silja glared at him. Then she grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer.

"Stop talking," she mumbled and smacked her lips on him. Donovan widened his eyes at her sudden attack. This was like his wildest dream came true.

Silja opened her mouth this time willingly for him and she even moved her tongue actively with him. Donovan groaned and pulled her even closer. 

Silja didn't know what got into her but at the moment what she wanted was him. 

When those words left his mouth she couldn't help herself and was drawn towards him. It doesn't matter what was his intention behind saying that but it sounded so real and heart touching that she wanted to believe in that. Even if it was just an illusion for a second she wanted to believe it.

Silja's attack was so sudden that Donovan widened his eyes. He couldn't believe what happened and froze for a second. Silja was always the one resisting. He has never thought that she would be the one taking initiative, it was so unlikely to him. And her taking the lead made him even more excited. Emotions flow out like a broken dam and this time he went even wilder than he has ever done before. 

His one hand held her face while the other supported her hips.

This has to be a dream. 

This was a dream, beautiful at that.

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