CHAPTER 61: CHAPTER 61: BLOODTHIRSTY AND SATED

Natalie Vaughn remembered it, on the mountain, the flag of the FOX Team also had a fierce dragon on it.

She racked her brain for all the information she had about dragons but couldn’t figure out what a dragon meant to Zane Thorne.

But what she did know was that neither of them were ordinary beings.

Zane Thorne didn’t hold back at all with his bite, and the spot on her neck he bit was in excruciating pain.

"Are you a dog?"

Natalie couldn’t help but glare at Zane Thorne.

But she forgot, in this situation, her glare had no intimidating effect, and it even seemed like she was flirting.

The man’s voice was completely hoarse, and he raised his hand to touch the mark he left on Natalie’s neck, applying a bit of force, satisfactorily seeing Natalie wince in pain.

"You asked for it."

No woman had ever been so daring to want to see his body, so brazenly touching his tattoo.

He was merely giving a small lesson.

Natalie wasn’t someone to suffer a loss; she forcefully pinched Zane’s waist and abdomen with her hand that was being held by him, lowering her head to try to return the bite to Zane’s hand.

Zane had been on guard; after letting out a muffled sound from the pinch, his right hand swiftly clamped Natalie’s jaw.

"Haven’t learned your lesson?"

How could a man’s waist be touched and pinched so easily?

Zane’s dark eyes stared straight at Natalie, with those peach blossom eyes clearly showing no sign of regret or fear.

Even in a disadvantageous position, she remained so proud.

Proud to the point of wanting to be broken.

Zane indeed did just that; he re-secured both Natalie’s hands behind her back. His hands were too big, her hands too small, needing only one hand to render Natalie immobile, while the other wantonly wandered over Natalie’s neck.

Finally, he easily grasped her neck.

He didn’t use force, his palm not pressing tightly against Natalie’s neck, yet the pressure and suffocating sensation were not lessened.

The calmness and pride in Natalie’s eyes finally cracked.

Because she realized, the karate she had learned for twenty years was utterly useless at the moment.

She couldn’t break free of Zane’s hand, lifted her leg intending to strike, only to have it blocked and pinned between his legs.

It was at that moment, Natalie realized the kind of strength the man in front of her had.

Ridiculously enough, she had once boasted she could take him down with her fists.

What a naive daydream.

Zane was far stronger than she imagined.

"What do you want?"

The man was pleased by the hint of unease in her eyes, thinking her stubbornness was adorable. He slowly moved the hand holding Natalie’s neck downwards, stopping above her chest, tapping lightly.

"You’ve been too naughty, you need a lesson."

With that, Zane suddenly lowered his head, biting Natalie’s lips.

That chatterbox mouth, that mouth that refused to give in, that exceedingly vibrant, rosy mouth.

From the moment she approached him, he wanted to savor it well.

The man’s kiss was urgent and fierce, as if he wanted to devour Natalie whole.

Natalie frowned from the pain; her mouth had already been injured, and Zane was kissing with such force it was like biting, filling both their mouths with the taste of blood instantly.

Yet the man had no intention to stop, deepening the kiss further.

Bloodthirsty.

The word flashed through Natalie’s mind.

In ancient times, dragons were avatars of imperial rule, and emperors, ruthless and cunning, often ascended to power amidst rivers of blood.

Natalie’s mind went numb from the kiss until the hand lingering above her chest abruptly pinched her, snapping her back to awareness with a shiver and a fierce struggle.

This time, she easily broke free.

Zane’s eyes were a deep red, filled with satisfaction. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from Natalie’s mouth corner.

"Remember it?"

Natalie breathed heavily, her chest heaving.

She was unwilling to concede, but it was easy for him to dominate her.

The tingling sensation was something she had never felt before.

Previously, the unknown brought excitement; but this time, the unknown brought fear.

Zane was not someone to provoke lightly.

She had to retract her statement that Zane was likely too well-mannered to act like a beast.

An irate dragon wouldn’t heed anyone’s plea for mercy.

So Natalie responded in silence.

Zane squinted slightly, noticing that the previously arrogant and unrestrained Natalie now had a hint of wariness towards him, and chuckled softly.

After all, she was still a young girl.

Raised spoiled since childhood, brazenness and pride came naturally.

Ignorant and fearless, it was his previous indulgence that gave her the illusion he was easy to deal with.

The reluctant obedience endowed Natalie with a unique beauty, invoking tenderness in others.

Zane released both her hands, granting her freedom.

As he took a step back, Natalie quickly lifted her leg for a front kick, but unfortunately, as if he anticipated it, the man firmly caught her calf.

"Natalie Vaughn, still want to cause a scene?"

This position made it too easy to reveal something, and clearly, Zane was no gentleman. He looked at Natalie’s leg without reservation, knowing a slight upward glance could see it all.

Natalie finally panicked.

"Let go!"

The man curled his lips, asking leisurely.

"Am I still a pervert?"

Yes! How can you not be! You’re like a major pervert!

But Natalie, recognizing the situation, put on the most fake smile possible.

"How could you be? If you’re a pervert, then wouldn’t I be the future wife of a pervert? Isn’t that right, husband?"

After speaking, she even blinked.

Zane saw through Natalie’s act but her playfulness amused him.

He fondled the smooth skin under his hand a few times before finally letting go.

"Don’t call that out casually in the future."

Granted her freedom, Natalie ran upstairs without a backward glance, ignoring the man left behind.

Call out casually?

You don’t gets to dictate that!

Dead pervert!

Dirty old man!

Returning to her room, Natalie immediately walked to the mirror, tilting her head to check the marks on her neck. They didn’t look like bite marks, more like kiss marks.

Natalie couldn’t help but curse again.

Zane Thorne was just a damn dog of a man!

Tonight was a monumental loss! Not only got seen, but also bitten and touched by him!

Thinking about it, Natalie’s hand fell to the top of her chest.

Zane’s hands were large and warm...

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, Natalie went to the door and locked it.

Let him sleep downstairs!

Downstairs, after Natalie fled upstairs, the man stood there for a while.

With hands on his hips, he glanced down.

He was fortunate he hadn’t turned on the big lights.

A cold bottle of water later, the fire in his chest cooled slightly.

After standing there for about ten minutes, Zane finally walked upstairs.

Upon finding Natalie’s door locked, the man only raised a brow before heading to the adjacent wardrobe room.

Natalie was usually smart, but a little muddled at that moment.

From the wardrobe room, he could access her room. She had forgotten to lock the wardrobe room door.

Zane only had to take a few extra steps to smoothly enter Natalie’s room.

Sitting on the sofa at the foot of the bed reapplying medication to her wound, Natalie: ...