by Mason, V. F.
Sweat breaks on my skin and my breathing speeds up as pleasure shakes me in electric waves, rocking me, pushing me toward the invisible line where only feelings remain and complete oblivion awaits me, promising to wrap me tight in its clutches and never let me go.
Just like the man who brings me so much pleasure. I’m afraid I’m going to burst, and I whisper, “Lucian, please.” My hands sneak to his nape, my nails sinking into his skin, and his growl vibrates my flesh, sending tickling sensations through me, which only intensify the inferno flaring in me.
He slides his tongue out, trailing his mouth up and down, his nose rubbing against my clit while my core clenches from the emptiness, needing his hard cock stretching me and making me forget about anything else.
My entire being weeps for this man, coveting him more than my next breath, and I gasp when two of his fingers enter me, diving deep, while he rolls his lips around my clit. His tongue flicks it back and forth as lust spreads in waves all over me.
Biting my lip, I close my eyes and give in to the desire blanketing me from head to toe as the man plays my body so masterfully. He knows just how much pressure to use to produce the emotions he wants to drive me insane from the all-consuming need nothing can soothe.
Nothing but him, that is. Although right at this moment, he loves to torture me, reminding me I’ve married a villain and not a prince.
The dress plasters against my perspiration-covered skin; my hands clench, wanting to rip it from me and hoping the wind whooshing around us as thunder echoes in the distance might bring the relief. My skin is so taut I’m afraid it might rip.
His fingers slip out, his tongue replacing them once again, and I groan in frustration; my desire is so strong I can taste it in my mouth. “Lucian, please. Fuck me already!” I almost shout the last part, and with one last long lick, he gets up, his lips glistening. I expect him to listen to me, except he doesn’t.
He grips each side of the V of my dress and tears it in two, the material dropping by my feet. Then he spins me around, my back pressed against his front, his hard-on pulsing between us. He wraps his hand around my hair, tilting my head back until it almost rests on his shoulder as he leans closer to my ear. “You don’t order me around in bed, mi amor.” He bites my neck, sucking on the skin hard, and then flicks his tongue over his mark.
The man will leave no doubt after tonight about who owns this body and how the princess willingly went to bed with the villain so no one will dare come and save her.
“Lucian, stop this,” I beg, wanting to tangle my fingers in his hair, but he pushes me forward several steps, until I fall on the bed on my hands and knees, my ass sticking up in the air while he keeps hold of my hair.
A slapping sound rocks between us, and the skin on my ass burns from his hot palm as tremors rush through me, along with the thrill of the unknown. “I don’t need instructions in bed, mi amor. Especially when it comes to my woman.” He lets me go, and I arch my back when he places his mouth on my ass cheek, licking over the sting before shifting to the other one. His hand moves up and down my slit, circling around my entrance, but not diving inside. I sob, my hands clenching around the silky bedsheet. “So wet and mine.” I sway toward him, anticipating he’ll grip my hips tight and drive into me, finally ending this torture and sending me flying over the edge, letting the pleasure soak me up.
His mouth trails up, his lips skimming over my back to my nape, and then I yelp when he flips me over and stands by the edge of the bed. The lightning flashing in the sky brightens the room, emphasizing once again his handsomeness.
I sit up, breathing heavily as I watch him unbuckle his belt. The soft whooshing sound when he removes his belt creates goose bumps on my flesh, my heartbeat speeding up as he drops it on the floor.
I’ve never seen him fully naked, and my eyes drink in his male beauty, wanting to study him for hours and touch every inch of him until I memorize every small detail.
He palms his hard length and crooks his finger at me.
Slipping my heels off, I get on my knees, crawling toward him and pause at the edge, extending my hand to him, and he grabs it, putting it against his cock. Instinctively I squeeze the thick organ as my core spasms, imagining it inside me soon, earning myself a groan from him that sends a thrill down my spine at the display of power he has given me. Rubbing up and down his length, I silently plead for him to allow me to do what I wanted last night.
At this point, common sense nor the sense of right or wrong have a place between us.
He rubs his thumb over my lips before pushing it inside, and I lick. His eyes flare at the contact while my core dampens, craving to discover what he thinks right now. “Would you like a taste, mi amor?” I nod without thinking. He presses my chin until my mouth opens wide. Then his other hand lowers the zipper of his pants, and his cock springs free.
A bit lost at what I’m supposed to do now, I run my fingers over the sensitive organ, tracing the thick vein. He hisses a little, and his hand travels to my hair, threading his fingers in it and holding it in place.
He tilts my head back until our eyes meet, his absolutely dark while mine are slightly lost, and he drags me upward as he leans closer.
He gives me a deep, passionate kiss, sharing my taste and I groan, angling my head for better access, wanting to stay in this pose forever and let him ravish my mouth in bruising kisses.
His cock pushes against my stomach, the precum smearing my skin, which only intensifies the desire raging within me. He finishes the kiss, our breath mingling together. “Whatever you do, it will drive me insane.” His words ease the nervousness still present in me despite the lust demanding I discover his taste. “You know why, mi amor?” I shake my head as he bites on my lower lip, tugging it to the side before flicking his tongue over it. “Because this innocent mouth is only mine.” His words should spark anger inside me; it’s not like I waited my whole life to save my virginity for him. But somehow they have a different effect on me, wanting him to claim this part of me too.
I get down again, his fingers still laced in my hair, and scoop the precum with my tongue, his groan reverberating through the room. His tangy-salty taste hits my tongue, and electricity zips through me; my core clenches, the swirling pool growing bigger inside me and flaring with brighter intensity demanding to take my time, enjoying every drop he provides.
The blue vein pulses on his cock, and I trace my tongue over it, slowly reaching the base as his hips jerk. His body grows tense with each second, signaling to me his barely controlled desire, and I wonder for how much longer he will allow me to play with him before it becomes too much for him.
I put my hands on his ass for better balance, sinking my nails into him, I continue to explore him, loving having him at my mercy. And I wonder if my touch brings him as much pleasure as when he feasts on me.
At the thought of tasting our combined fluids, a tortured moan escapes me, and a sinister smile flashes on his face. “Ah, my dirty gatita. Those expressive ocean eyes of yours cannot hide a thing from me.” His skin is so incredibly soft here, and I wrap my hand around him, sliding up and down, which causes him to tighten his hold on my hair as he angles my head toward the tip of his cock. It grazes my cheek and moves closer to my mouth where he rubs it over my lips from side to side, not letting me trap it in my mouth. “Pleading with me to let you finally wrap this pretty mouth, designed to tempt a saint let alone a sinner, around your husband’s dick.” As if obeying a command, I suck on the head while still stroking him, welcoming every leak of his cum on my tongue, while he hisses above me, pulling at my hair hard. But I pay no attention; my whole focus is on his cock and how helpless he seems in this moment, driven only by the desire to own my mouth.
Mine.
Because he is mine.
His possessive streak must have rubbed off on me too. The idea of anyone even thinking about touching my man sends rage through me, and the green-eyed monster awakens, yearning to claim him in some way too so everyone knows to stay
away.
He might be a villain, but he’s my villain.
Tentatively, I pull him deeper into my mouth, inch by agonizing inch, his cock so impossibly thick my core weeps in distress. Placing my splayed palm on my stomach, I glide it lower until my finger enters me, serving as a pale substitute for the thing it craves the most and only adding to my misery instead of bringing relief. My peaked nipples beg him to soothe the sting.
His gruff voice breaks the silence around us. “Is your pussy wet, mi amor?”
I groan at the question, the vibration most likely caressing his flesh, and he moans. He grips my hair, his nails scraping over my scalp, and he pushes deeper inside me. My eyes water, but I keep him in my mouth, my hand working in tandem with my tongue. “Dripping for your husband, isn’t it? Begging to come from my dick and my dick only.” Catching his gaze, I almost stop breathing at the lust scorching me, as if his whole existence depends on me and me alone.
A monster dangerous to everyone but me, for I’m his most prized possession and beloved toy who he will keep by his side always.
I drag my mouth back, my teeth scraping against his skin, and my tongue flicking over the tip before wrapping my lips around it again, sucking in deep, and sliding farther than before by relaxing my throat. My thumb presses against my clit, sensations enveloping me and threatening to consume me whole, all while my middle finger slips in and out of me, almost taking me to the passionate high yet still leaving me feeling empty. “Not enough is it, mi amor?” He tugs on my hair until his cock slips from my mouth with a muted popping sound. My neck arches to meet his gaze. “This delectable body is already addicted to my tongue, fingers, and dick.” His huskily uttered words create a frenzy, a pulse that beats so wildly a little touch can make it erupt into pieces because their truth rings in the air. “And no one or nothing else will ever do.” He pulls me up once again, slamming his mouth on mine, and we groan when our tastes mingle, transforming into something uniquely us, and solidifies his words, because I cannot ever imagine seeking my pleasure elsewhere.
The bruising kiss is brief. Then his hand grasps mine and lifts it between us, my whimpers echoing between us. “Taste your desire for me, mi amor.” He places the tip of my finger on my lips, smearing it on me before muttering something incoherent under his breath, bonding us again in a heated kiss. My feminine scent teases my nostrils while his powerful masculine one sends tremors all over me, the electric jolts nipping my skin.
I’m about to circle my arms around his neck, bringing us closer, when he separates us. I groan in protest that quickly transforms into a squeal when he sends me flying, my back hitting the mattress as I bounce a little.
Catching my breath and removing my hair from my face, I rise up on my elbows. “Lucian!” Accusation laces my tone, and I look at him only to swallow harshly when he takes off his pants, standing naked.
My God, but he is… gorgeous.
The familiar itch starts in my palms, and I whisper, “Can I paint you?” My mind already swirls with different scenarios in my head where I can depict him like all those Greek gods, strolling among nature in all his handsome glory, his carved muscles on full display. My mood sours quickly though when I think about someone else seeing him. “Forget it. I won’t do it.”
He chuckles, the sound washing over me, filling my cells with happiness and conflicted emotions because they envelop me in warmth. “Don’t want to share, mi amor?”
“I will never share, Lucian! So if you think… What are you doing?” My brows furrow when I notice him walking to the table, picking up a plate full of strawberries and a bowl of melted chocolate. “Lucian.” My whole being buzzes with the need for his hard length to enter me over and over again, but my husband, it seems, has different plans.
And his sweet torture might kill me.
“Ever since I heard you moan when you ate that strawberry in the garden, I’ve wanted to do this.” He pops one strawberry inside his mouth, coming toward me and resting his knee between my legs, making me bend mine, digging my heels into the mattress to create room for him.
He rubs another strawberry over my lips before pressing harder on it, and I have no choice but to open my mouth, welcoming the berry, the coldness bringing relief to my dry throat.
My loud gasp echoes in the night when he pours chocolate over me, the brown liquid traveling from my chest to my stomach and moving to my navel. Not hot enough to burn me, but it awakens every nerve in my body, my skin aching from the contact while maddening lust calls my name, tugging me closer to the pleasure my entire being begs for.
The chocolate slides underneath me, smearing the sheets, and I gather my hair, placing it above my head, away from the sticky liquid.
Arching my back, I whimper, “Lucian, please.” I try to close my thighs, needing friction to satisfy the craving that rages inside me like the thunder rocking the sky, but his powerful form does not allow it.
Instead, he lays several strawberries on my body, one by one, creating a trail leading to my core, then places the bowl and the plate by the bed.
He slides up, looming over me, before delivering a passionate kiss. The fresh strawberry taste hits my tongue, and we lock in an embrace, drinking from each other’s mouth while the tip of his cock pushes against my entrance, just enough to drive me insane but not enough to do anything else.
My hands thread in his hair, grasping it and pulling him to me, my legs wanting to wrap around him, but once again he denies me.
He shifts his hips back, swallowing my groan and sob as my body hurts so much despite the pleasure sinking into my bones.
Moving his mouth to my chin, nipping on it and then shifting to my neck, he gives me soft kisses as he moves lower and lower, licking the chocolate on the way. “Mi hermosa mujer.” My beautiful woman. “Soy sólo tuyo.” I’m only yours.
Heat travels through me at his softly whispered words as he runs his tongue around my nipple, the skin around it puckering. He traps it between his lips, nibbling on it before sucking hard.
Pleasure and pain surround me. I claw at his neck, pressing him firmer to my flesh and welcoming every flick of his tongue while the tension grows within me. I throw my head back, giving him better access while sensations rush all over me, concentrating at my core. And if he just rubs his cock over it, he might…
“No, no, no,” I cry out when he glides to my other breast, repeating the action while our chests squash the strawberries between us, and I feel the cold juice sliding down my side. “Lucian, please,” I beg, tugging on his hair, probably bringing him pain, but I don’t care.
With one last lick, he moves lower, scooping up the chocolate and strawberries on his way. His tongue swirls inside my belly button before biting my stomach, marring my skin. His strong hands slide under me, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he settles between my thighs, his hot breath fanning my core, and it contracts. “Lucian, no,” I protest, thrashing my head from side to side. “Come here and just fuck me already.”
He chuckles, nipping on the inside of my thigh before wiping his face on it. Then shifting to the other one, he sucks hard, no doubt leaving a hickey behind. “What did I tell you about ordering me in bed, mi amor?” That’s all the warning I get before he opens his mouth wide and places it on my core. I jerk upward; my skin is too sensitive for such pleasure right now, but he holds me firmly in place, delving his tongue deep inside me, pushing against something that drives me insane and promises me release from this agony consuming my body.
My blood boils inside my veins, my skin so taut I wish to claw at it while I’m so hot I can barely breathe, all while my man roams between my inner walls and then sucks on my lips one by one, trailing his tongue to my clit. “I could feast on your pussy for hours, mi amor, and it wouldn’t be enough.” His words tickle my skin, and I hiss when he sucks my clit, flicking his tongue back and forth and then sliding his lips downward. His tongue enters me once again, and my core clenches around him. My hands palm his head when I place one foot on
his shoulder, grinding on his tongue while the invisible chains keeping me from flying up high almost disappear. My eyes close, and I succumb to the emotions coming at me in heavy waves ready to claim me.
But then his tongue is gone… and his warmth too.
I groan in resignation, despising the torture. My eyes snap open to see him looming above me, his mouth glistening as he says, “The first time you come as my wife, you’ll do it on my dick with my seed claiming your tight pussy.”
Yes, please!
I sob in relief when he tips my chin up, kissing me hard and deep, my arms circling his neck and pressing him closer while he widens my legs, slamming into me.
Our combined groans fill the air, his tongue more relentless in my mouth as he turns the kiss more heated and passionate. He pulls back only to thrust hard again, all his movements precise and calculated, designed to send me into a spiral of madness from where there is no reprieve or escape.
My core stretches around his thick length, every nerve in my body filling with anticipation and pleasure; somehow this time around, he feels different inside me.
The sensations are much higher than before. I lock my legs on his back all while he continues to drive inside me, pushing us on the bed. I tear my mouth away, gulping for a breath and then connect us again, needing to be filled by him everywhere as the upcoming storm, which wants to consume me, scares me even if I run toward it, needing to reach it before I burst around him. And all while he owns me.
I think how safe I feel in his embrace, knowing that the man might be deadly, but nothing can hurt me as long as he is close, because he would slay all the dragons and even princes on the way to the princess.
After all, villains make their own rules, and they never willingly give away what belongs to them; they’re always prepared for the attack.