by Serena Nova
“Your Highness. Please, let go of me?” I asked as sweetly as I could, and for a moment, his face fell, all the play leaving it.
“Isa, sweetheart,” he started, still holding my arm.
I yanked it out of his grip and placed my hands on my sides, narrowed my eyes, and told him what I thought. “Don’t start ‘sweethearting’ me. I’m not your sweetheart, I’m not your bonded, I’m not your Protector or in your service. Meaning,” I held up my hand, which stopped him from speaking, “that I don’t have to explain anything to you, don’t have to tell you anything, or do whatever the fish sticks you asked. So no, I will not tell you everything that happened on that roof. It is none of your freaking business, and like I said,” I waited for a second before continuing, letting it all sink in, “it. Will. Not. Help. You. With. Anything.” I growled the last part and turned around again. I moved to the bathroom, but before I could open the door, he bellowed.
“You will tell me, even if I need to make you!” I could feel the air moving around him, the magic told me how angry he was. I turned around slowly, arched my eyebrow at him, and looked him over. His breath came fast, and his hands were fisted next to him.
“Make me,” was the only thing I said, the challenge clear in it. He stood there, not moving at all.
Suddenly, he moved, his magic making him blur until he stood in front of me with a smile on his lips and his eyes focused on mine.
“Are you sure?” he breathed out, and all I could do was nod. His mouth slammed into mine, hard and demanding. I stood there, his lips against mine, and a sigh escaped me, opening my lips a little to him. He pushed his tongue in, deepening the kiss. This had me reacting to him. I pressed myself against him, moving my hands up his arms, towards his neck and face. Holding my hands on either side of him, I pulled us apart. Looking up into his eyes, I saw they were full of passion. It had darkened them, made them beautiful. I sighed again and slammed my mouth back onto his, pressing my body against him.
His hands moved towards my hips, pulling me against his hardness. It made me gasp, and he took advantage, nibbling on my bottom lip. I groaned at the sensation it gave me. I moved back, taking in a breath. My voice was husky when I spoke, “How is this going to make me tell you?”
“Oh, you will. I plan on making you scream, cum, and tell all your secrets to me. And then, I’ll make you mine.” His eyes moved over my face, and my heartbeat picked up, faster and faster until I thought it would have beat out of my chest.
“Oh,” I answered back. What in crab’s name do you say to something like that?
“Yes,” he said, almost as if he had read my mind.
His hands started kneading my hips, slowly moving one up towards my back and the other down towards my ass. As he stroked and kneaded, I gave in and relaxed against him. He chuckled. His hands moved around again, towards my shoulders, my back, and then my ass again.
In one motion, he lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around him. He growled a little at that and pressed me hard against the wall. His lips found mine again, this time softer and slower when moving over mine. I nibbled at his bottom lip and then bit hard. He growled again, pushing his cock against my center, making me gasp. He moved towards my jaw kissing down it, towards my earlobe and nibbling on it. I writhed against him. He slowly moved lower, kissing the side of my neck, sucking at it, and kissing it over and over. I leaned my head back against the wall, closed my eyes and sighed, it felt so amazing.
His hands were still on my ass, holding me up. He moved towards my mouth again, parting my lips with his, our tongues meeting each other. My hands moved up his body, I took hold of one of his braids and pulled him back a little. It made him growl, low and so freaking hot.
Only, I needed to say something first; so, I placed my finger on his lips, letting him know to stop. My other hand still held his braid. Before I could say anything, his tongue darted out and licked my finger, it made me shiver, and for a moment, I forgot what I had wanted to say.
When I found my voice again, I said one word to him. “Virgin.”
This made him still. My finger was still on his lips, and he moved them a little, sucking my finger into his mouth. It was so hot, and my core turned even wetter than it already was. I moaned, and that was all he needed to hear because he pressed his hardness into me and claimed my lips again.
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He started moving; his cock rubbed against me. It made my pants rub against my clit, and a moan escaped me. He pressed me harder against the wall, pinning me between him and it. His hands were free to move over my body. He trailed one over my legs and back up, towards my sides and then to my sports bra, over my breasts. My nipples turned hard from the friction, pressing through the fabric. He looked at them, hunger in his eyes.
I let go of his braid and moved my hands towards his back, his muscles moved under them. His hands started exploring me again; moving over my stomach, my hips, and back to my ass. He pressed against me with his whole body. I sucked in a sharp breath when my wound pressed harder against the wall, a shooting pain made me squeeze my eyes shut, and a whimper escaped me.
“Are you okay?” he asked me, while pulling back a little, making me sag against him, my breathing hard.
“Yes, shoulder,” I said to him.
“Sorry,” he said, concern now in his eyes.
“Don’t worry. But, no wall?” I asked him, while I gave him a lopsided smile. He chuckled, his hands grabbed my hips and pulled me harder against him. I folded my arms around his neck and held onto him. He kissed my cheek, my nose, and then my eyes before he moved back to my mouth. We kissed for a time, my breathing picking up again, and I started moving my hips in his hands, rubbing myself against him.
“Isa,” he growled out.
“What?” I asked against his mouth.
“Stop doing that.”
“Why?” I giggled at him and pulled back. He sighed and squeezed my ass, pressing me against him, and I wiggled with it. He moaned when I felt his hard cock press against me again, and a soft sigh escaped me.
“Bed?” I asked him, I wanted more of his skin against mine, I wanted to know what his tongue could do.
“Are you sure?” he asked me, sweet but not what I wanted to hear. I wiggled myself out of his grip, letting myself slide along his body, his hardness pressed against my lower stomach. I looked at him, licked my lips, and moved away from him. He let me, his eyes followed every movement I made.
When I stood before my bed, I shimmied out of my sweatpants, moving my hips from side to side. His eyes stayed glued on my black panties. I tsked at him. “Eyes up here, honey,” I told him and pointed at my own eyes. He did what I suggested, but slowly. His eyes roamed my body, setting it on fire just by looking at it. When his eyes landed on mine, it took me a moment to remember what I was doing. His silver-grey eyes, lit up; they sucked me in and kept me there.
I moved my hands towards my sports bra, his eyes caught the movement, and it made me swallow as they turned even darker. I placed my hands under the rim of it and pulled it slowly up, setting my breasts, which were now heavy from arousal, free. My nipples hardened again, and his eyes focused on them, a hunger filling them–something I hadn’t seen in Averey’s eyes. Before I could start pulling off my panties, he moved. Steps slow and deliberate, his chest rising slowly, and his eyes roamed over my half naked body, the hunger intensifying.
He stood before me then, his hands still at his sides. Slowly, he moved them up, and I held my breath, he moved them to the hem of his shirt. Pulling it over his head, he showed me that perfect body I had kept dreaming about. I moved my hands to his chest, the warmth seeping into them the moment I laid them on his skin. I could feel his heartbeat, beating fast under them. I moved my hands towards his shoulders and down his arms–those strong arms that would keep me safe, hold me no matter what would happen. I moved lower, towards his hands. His fingers held onto mine for a moment, entwining them in a lover’s embrace. I pulled them loose and moved back up, using my fingernai
ls to trail over his arms. He shivered a little, which made me grin; I already loved the effect I had on him.
My hands moved towards his chest, slowly towards his nipples. I moved over them, softly at first, and as he leaned into me a little soft moan escaped him. I moved back, circled around them and played with them. When I pinched one, he growled at me. I loved that sound from him, manly and natural.
I moved my hands lower, skimming his skin and enjoying the feel of it. I moved my hands over his abs, hard and chiseled. He was hairless except for the small streak of hair from his abdomen towards the edge of his pants. They hung low, the ‘V’ shape perfect, disappearing into his pants, too. It made me disappointed and angry at the same time, and I narrowed my eyes at his pants, my hands moved towards them. I wanted to touch more, see more, and explore more. I needed more. I licked my lips at the idea of tasting more. But his hands stopped me, their grip firm, and he pulled them away. I looked up at him, he shook his head no at the question that was written on my face.
He pushed me back a little, and I felt the edge of my bed against my knees before he pushed further, and I fell back. He stood in front of me, staring down, his hands still holding onto mine.
He looked me over, his eyes stopping on my panties. He moved towards me, placing my hands above my head. “Leave them there,” he said. His hands slid down my arms, over my breasts and towards my hips. It made me squirm under them. He hooked his thumbs under my panties and pulled them down. He threw them on the ground and looked at me, his eyes drinking me in. Wherever they touched, my skin heated up, and my breathing became even more ragged.
He slowly moved his hands towards the bulge in his pants and stroked himself a few times. It had me heating up even more, I pressed my knees together and wiggled, trying to release the pressure between my legs, to give me some friction against myself.
“Stop that,” he growled out, and I made a small noise of disappointment. “Or don’t you want my help?” He was still slowly stroking himself, my eyes followed the movement. “Sweetheart?” he growled out at me when I didn’t say anything.
“Yes?” I breathed, and I looked at him. He smiled at me, which made me heat up even more. The room had to be on fire right then.
“You are perfect,” he said while his eyes kept moving over my naked body. He stopped stroking himself and moved towards me, slowly lowering over me, my arms still above my head. It made my breasts stand out more, catching his attention. He looked at my pebbled nipples and slowly blew on one. I writhed at the sensation, then his tongue darted out, and he licked it. That had me closing my eyes, they opened wide when he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I opened my mouth, but no sound come out of it.
His hand moved over my skin, trailing towards my other breast. His fingers, slowly moved over my nipple making it even harder than it already was. I arched into his hand when he placed it over my breast, squeezing it softly. He kept sucking at my other nipple, used his tongue to play with it. Before he let it go, he bit into it, and I moaned.
I could feel him chuckle against me, the vibration going straight to my core. I wanted to rub myself against something, I needed friction. Averey moved then, placing his leg between mine, pushing against me. I moved my hips, using the friction of his pants to release the sensation between my legs. Only, I needed more, so much more.
His mouth moved towards my throat, towards my ear, and he sucked at it before going back towards my mouth. He kissed me, deeply and full of passion and hunger. I sucked in a breath when he moved again, kissing and biting down towards my other breast, teasing it before he moved lower. I moved my hands towards his hair, wanting to touch him so badly.
“No,” he said and pulled away from my skin. He placed my hands back above my head.
“Leave them there,” he said to me, his voice low and coarse. I merely nodded at him, I was lost for words. My breathing was fast and shallow.
“Good,” he said and started to kiss my right arm, slowly moving back towards where he had stopped. He moved his leg away, and before I could say something about it, his hand filled up the spot his leg had left.
He started circling around my clit, not really touching it, solely staying around it. He was teasing me, and I rocked against him, wanting more. I grabbed the sheets with my hands while I writhed under him.
Then he flicked his thumb over my clit, and I screamed at the sensation. He chuckled. Slowly he started rubbing it, putting more pressure to it and releasing it when I started to buck against his thumb.
“Off,” I breathed, I couldn’t even make full sentences anymore by then. He wasn’t even in me, and he had already had me writhing around him, moving and panting.
“What?” he asked, his hand stilled on my core, his fingers laying over it.
“Pants, off,” I said and looked at them, trying to get them to vanish. I wanted to feel more of him, see more of him. I wanted him.
“Okay,” he said and pulled his hand away, I whimpered at the loss of heat there. His hands moved towards his pants, opening the buttons slowly. My eyes took it all in, but I wanted to help, make him go faster. But I remembered his threat and kept my arms above my head.
He let his pants drop, and his cock bulged even more in his boxers. I licked my lips. His hands moved towards his boxers, and he slowly pulled them down. His cock sprung free, it was big and amazing. My breathing hitched at the full sight of him, and I greedily drunk it in. His silver eyes were full of lust, his chest rising, his powerful muscles all on display for me, and his cock was tempting me to taste him.
I moved before he could do anything; I moved my hand around his shaft and stroked it. Fuck the threat. His cock was soft and hard at the same time. He moaned, and I smiled at him, my eyes focused on his cock in front of me. I licked my lips again, and then darted my tongue out, tasting the pre-cum on the tip. He bucked, and I gripped a little harder.
“No,” I said, the roles were changed now. He chuckled, he knew.
I licked again, slowly, tasting him. My tongue moved over the tip of him, he was so big. I trailed my fingers over his shaft, slowly up and then down, stroking him gently as his cock became harder and his breathing picked up. I reached his balls and stroked them, too, kneaded them softly, letting them roll in my hand before trailing my fingers back towards the tip.
I had never done this, but I loved it. And I had let myself go, reacting to his moans and small movements. When I wrapped my hand all around him, I slowly moved towards his balls, and my mouth followed, swallowing him up. He groaned at that, and I could feel him move against me. His movement pressed him deeper into my mouth. I took it all, swirled my tongue around it and sucked. His hands moved to my head, his fingers entwined into my hair. The strong grip made me suck even harder, moving back a little. I used my teeth to scrape slowly and softly over his shaft, making him shiver. I sucked him back in and repeated myself, playing with his balls and using my tongue to lap up all the pre-cum of his. His hands became more pressing against the back of my head, and I sucked harder, moved faster. He growled out something and pulled himself out of my mouth. I whimpered for real that time, the sound actually came out of my mouth. His breathing was shallow and fast.
“Sweetheart, don’t worry,” he said, and he pushed me back on the bed, his body moving over mine. He slowly kissed his way back down again, it had me moving under him. Tasting him had been so amazing, and it had my core throbbing. When he reached my clit, he blew on it, the soft air tickled, and I moaned. His tongue darted out, and I was lost. He played with my clit as if it was the most precious thing in the world. He sucked, licked, and then pushed a finger into me.
“You're so wet, sweetheart. So wet for me,” he said against my folds. His finger slowly moved in and out of me. I pressed myself against his finger, riding it. He added another, stroking the inside of my core. He pumped into me fast and then even faster. My core tingled, and I moaned, writhed, and rode his hand. The sensation brought me higher and higher, it soared through me, setting my nerves on fire. I clo
sed my eyes and moaned, but it turned into a scream when everything released. Averey kept on licking me, his tongue slowly stroking my slit, licking up all the juices the dripped out of my core. I panted when the wave slowed down, still he kept licking me, his tongue slowly moved up and down my folds.
“I . . .” I started and took a breath. “I want you,” I said and looked at the man between my legs. I wanted him, deep and buried in me, I wanted to feel him explode inside me, feel him shudder when he emptied himself. He pulled out his fingers, gave me a kiss down there and moved above me, his lips trailing over my skin, leaving heat in its wake.
He kissed me, and I tasted myself on his lips. It made me heat up all over again, I could feel his cock against my entrance. He looked into my eyes, and softly pressed. He entered me slowly, all the while he looked at me, his eyes focused on my face.
I arched my back, pressed my hips against him and fully took him. I sighed when he was fully in. The pain had been there, the one everyone always talked about. It was just for a moment, then it changed when he started to move. Slowly. He still looked at me. His cock moved into me and back out. The rhythm even and steady, all about me getting used to his cock. It filled me completely.
I moaned, and he started moving faster. My breasts bounced at the movement, and he lowered his mouth to one. Sucking the nipple into his mouth made me arch my back, and he pumped harder and harder. My hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles move under them. I moved a hand towards his ass and squeezed it, pushing him deeper into me. His mouth moved towards mine to swallow my moans. And we kissed, his tongue moving around mine as he pumped harder and harder. I pressed against him more, wanting to take everything he gave me. I wrapped my legs around him, and he started a harder rhythm. When I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pressed even deeper, faster. My core was throbbing, and my nerves were back on fire again. The sensation moved through me, my breathing hitched, and I came again. Riding out the wave, he kept pumping into me, pulling out everything of my orgasm. Then he growled and shuddered. I could feel him pulsing inside me when he came. I pressed him closer against me, pulled him on top of me when his arms couldn’t hold him up. He relaxed in my arms, and I breathed in his scent, mixed with my own scent and sweat.