“Looks like you do remember.” I scoop some potatoes onto my spoon and shove the fluff into my mouth.
It seems her mouth can’t get the best of her tonight. Her nipples are hard, straining against her gown, poking through the sheer fabric. Her breaths are ragged, coming out in short, hot pants. She lifts her dress over her head, tossing it onto the floor.
My chicken leg falls out of my hand as I behold her naked form. I haven’t seen it since that day on the river. I’ve missed it. Her body is made of stars, blinding me with lust so bright, I nearly forget my own name. My shaft rages beneath the material of my pants, begging me to let it out, but I reach for the chicken leg again.
“I’m not taking you until you eat every single piece of food on your plate and you’ve had a bath.” Those words must be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to say.
“Grim, I want you.”
Fuck me, I know. I want her, too, but her body is weakened from what has happened, and it needs strength and energy before I drive into her body all night. Because it will be the entire night. “I want you. You have no fucking clue, but my desire for you won’t cloud what you need. You need food. Eat, woman,” I demand, pushing her plate of food closer to her.
She does what I knew she would and pushes it back. She crosses her arms in a huff, making her breast push up to her chin. My mouth aches for a lick of her nipple and to feel the curve of her breast in my hands. “I won’t eat until you take me.”
“Are you challenging me?” I ask, pushing myself away from the table, causing it to rock on two legs from the smallest second. “I will make you eat.” I take a chicken wing and shove it into her mouth. “Every bite you take represents how many times I shall eat your pussy tonight.”
Her eyes glaze over with lust, and her teeth tear into the chicken without question.
“Good girl,” I grin, running my hands through her hair as she devours the chicken in my hand.
“I’m done,” she says with pride.
“Far from it.” I take a handful of potatoes and smash it against her mouth. “Eat.” She wants to say something, but she can’t, and it pisses her off. I can see the anger in her eyes as I shove mashed potatoes into her mouth with my hand. Her eyes are swords of their own, but I have thick skin, and her anger doesn’t compare to the actual sting of a blade.
“I can do it myself,” she says.
“Obviously not, or we wouldn’t be in this situation,” I tease, knowing every word fuels her fire.
She slaps my hands away, and out of spite, she scoops the potatoes into her mouth with her hands, making a mess. I put my elbows on the table and watch her. She won’t break eye contact with me as she rips into a chicken leg. She looks so savage, but the little minx is just spiteful.
She wipes her hand on a cloth and chugs the rest of her wine. It spills on top of her breasts, the red liquid drips down her chest, making a light pink trail.
My tongue twitches to lick her skin. I bet the wine tastes even sweeter coming from her flesh. But I know she needs to bathe. Plus, I want to climb in behind her. She’s eaten enough. I shuck my shoes off and my pants, my chest already bare from the victory from earlier. I palm my hard cock in my hand as I watch her.
She wipes her face, cleaning herself off from her wild appetite. The savage. Her eyes lock onto the movements of my hands. She licks her lips, moving forward, inch by inch until her hands are on my knees.
The tip of my cock pushes through my fist, gleaming in the low glow of the candlelight. “You want my cock?” My voice drowns in a deep, husky tone.
“Yes,” she says.
I stand from my seated position and lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, and my cock probs her entrance. I stop mid-step to the tub. I’m having trouble focusing on the task at hand. My skin is vibrating. My control is slipping. All it will take is one more thrust. One more deep push, and I’ll be reaching for her womb.
“Take me, Grim. Make me your wife. Bind me to you,” she begs, lifting herself up and down, sliding her slick, soaked folds over the heavy meat between my legs.
My fingers dig into her ass, trying to gain control of the sizzling lust I have coursing through the vein that fills my cock. I growl as I make my way over to the tub, telling myself over and over again that she needs to bathe.
Bathe.
Then fuck.
Fuck all night.
Just a little bit longer until I can have her.
I let out a breath from deep within my lungs and let it out. Lifting one foot over the rim of the tin tub, I squat down until we are submerged in water. The water sloshes over the edge, soaking the floor. I spin myself until my back is against the tub and she is settled over my legs. Her breasts float on top of the water, the lavender flowers decorating the fine silk of her skin. My hands roam over her body, appreciating the masterpiece in front of me.
“You’re exquisite,” I whisper, hypnotized.
She pushes down, but I grab her hips to stop her when she tries to slide down on my steal length. “Stop, Grim. Take me. Stop denying me. Don’t make me feel rejected.”
“I just want to take care of you before I take you, Princess. I want you. Can’t you feel it?”
“I do, and I want it.” She digs her nails into my chest with warning.
“You’ll have it.” I chuckle and turn her around until her back is pressed to my front.
She sighs heavily, finally giving up her efforts, and lays her head on my shoulder. I reach for the cloth and dip it into the lavender-scented water. Once it’s wet, I drape it over her shoulder, rubbing it down her skin to get the dirt off. Her smooth, clean flesh starts to show. I can’t help but to kiss the soft skin.
“Why must you torture me so?” she whines with an arch of her back.
I quirk my lips to the right from her loud need. I dip the cloth back down in the water and squeeze it over her breasts, watching her nipples harden. The cloth tickles the surface of her skin, dragging over her navel, down to the apex of her thighs. She gasps, tossing her arms over my head. I move the cloth to the right leg, then the left. Little bumps travel over her skin as I make my way up her body again, rubbing the rag over her breasts.
“I want to drive you mad,” I say into her ear. My cock is hugged by the crease of her rear. And every time she moves, she strokes my cock, making my control that much more difficult to maintain.
“You already do.”
“I know.” I throw the rag out of the tub and turn her head to the side, grazing my lips down the side of her neck.
“Grim,” she moans as I flick my tongue out.
Her hands grab the edge of the tub as I nibble her collarbone and cup her breasts with my hands. I’m hungry for her body. I slide my fingers into her mouth, and she wraps her lips around them, sucking them, mimicking what she would do to my cock.
I growl deep in my throat and latch on to her ear with my teeth. My tongue teases her earlobe, and I dive my other hand between her legs, circling the small bundle poking out between her folds.
“Oh!” she whimpers, squirming in my lap as I flick the bead. “Grim.”
“Aye, say my name. I love to hear it fall from your lips.” I brush my tongue over her jaw, kissing the bruised flesh. I try not to think about it too much. I don’t want it ruining the mood. Anger boils my blood, but the lust overpowers it, melting it completely when she reaches behind herself and wraps her hand around my cock. I groan, my body jerking from the unexpected touch.
I move my hand faster.
She strokes me quicker.
I dip my fingers through her folds, sliding inside her pussy. I can’t believe I finally have her here, in my arms, writhing beneath me. I get to feel her tight pussy. Me. The only man that will ever have her again. The thought has my cock jerking and my balls rolling, threatening release.
My finger strokes her sweet piece of candy, flicking it until she is shaking beneath me. Her hand slips from my cock from the overwhelming sensations she is feeling. She grips t
he tub tightly, jerking forward and groaning loud, sexual sounds that the village below can probably hear.
“Grim! Grim, I’m going—”
“—That’s it. Come for me. Come for your husband. Come for the only man that will ever make you feel this good,” I whisper against the back of her neck and flatten my tongue against her spine, licking up and over to her ear.
“Oh, god!” she tosses her head back and shouts to the heavens. Her wet hair slaps against my face, the ends stinging my cheeks. She convulses for a long minute, rutting her slit against my fingers.
“That’s it,” I croon, sliding my fingers from her folds and lifting my hand above the water, bringing the digits to my mouth. Her sweet taste bursts across my taste buds. I need more of it. I want more of it. I push her up, so I can get out.
When I step out of the tub, my cock stands tall, pointing right toward her. She doesn’t hesitate. She swallows me whole until my tip hits the back of her throat, causing her to gag. My fingers dig through her hair, holding on tight as she tries to find a rhythm. “Just take what you can,” I grunt. I want to ram myself down her throat, but I know she isn’t ready for that. I want nothing more than to fuck her mouth.
Her enthusiasm and sloppy movements make my spine tingle. It’s been so long since I’ve had a woman go down on me. The feeling steals my breath. I start flexing my hips a little, needing to feel more. I want to release every ounce of my come down her throat, pick her up, throw her on the bed, and fuck my way through her virginity, finally claiming her as mine.
“Look at me while I come down your throat.” I yank her head back, and her big, blue eyes meet mine. Her mouth is stretched wide full of my cock. Fuck, if that isn’t a beautiful sight. It’s all it takes for me to shout her name to the ceiling and pump my seed down her virgin throat. I thrust hard from that thought, being the only man coating her throat. It makes a mighty orgasm rip through me. She swallows the best she can, but I don’t give her time to wipe her mouth when I pull my cock free from those swollen pink lips.
My come leaks from the corner of her mouth, and my cock gets harder than it was before. I had no idea that was possible. My hands slide under her arms, and I lift her up, water dripping onto the floor when I set her in my arms.
Still wet.
Still hot from the steam.
Still needy for my cock.
I toss her on the bed, not caring that our bodies are about to drench the sheets. Finally, I’m about to claim what’s mine.
And I never plan on stopping.
Chapter Nineteen
Sassa
I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.
My mouth hurts from sucking him into my mouth, something I have never done before. He seemed to like it, though. He pumped his come down my throat, and I tried to drink it the best I could, but there was so much, it started to leak out of my mouth. When he pulled free from my lips, I thought it meant he didn’t like it.
But now I’m lying on the bed, and he towers over me, knee-walking until he stops at my legs. He looks so beautiful and hungry. His hair is messy with waves, and his ice-blue eyes seem to glow as he rakes them up and down. He wraps his hand around his girth and my opening throbs with so much need, I hurt.
His thighs are strong and muscular. His abs are carved from stone and his cock, even with it being the first one I’ve ever seen, I don’t think they can get much bigger than his. I swallow from his intense gaze, and my heart races as his hand rubs up my leg from my ankle. His large palm stops at my knee and the fire’s hue dances upon his wet skin from the bath, illuminating all the right places and curves.
He forces my knees apart with a hard jerk, making me gasp. “You’re naughty with your mouth. It shouldn’t surprise me with what comes out of it every day,” he says, running his fingers down my inner thigh.
“You like it? Was I good?” I know a man like him must have experience, a lot of it, and there is no way I can compete with the other women he has been with. I’m a little insecure about it, but his hard, intense gaze softens at the corners, and his hands loosen around my hips.
He leans over, hovering over my lips. “Princess, your mouth, your body, the way you feel under my palms, is the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt.” And he slams his mouth on me, giving me a passionate kiss, sliding his tongue between my lips as he settles between my thighs. “And I can’t wait to feel you, milking my cock with your tight, virgin pussy,” he growls, sending the deep vibrations down my throat. “But I want to taste you first.”
I stare at him with confusion. “What do you mean?”
The right side of his mouth tilts up, and he slithers down my body, peppering kisses on my sternum as he cups my breasts with his hands. I close my eyes as he twists my nipples with his fingers. He kisses my navel, dipping his tongue inside my belly button before licking a path straight down until he gets to my bush. He runs his nose over it, inhaling my scent with a long groan. “You smell so good.” He slides his hands down my body, tracing my curves.
My nerves shake my entire body. I try to fight them from taking over, but it is to no avail. My body is a trembling mess. I’m out of sorts. I can barely breathe as his own breath puffs over my pussy. I whimper as he spreads my legs wider, making me feel exposed and vulnerable. I’ve never had anyone see me like this before.
Bare.
Raw.
Real.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. He uses his fingers to spread the folds, letting my hole shine and my clit throb right before his eyes.
“What are you doing?” I ask through gasping breaths.
He does that smile again. The one that drives me mad with lust and frustration. I want to pull his hair out and curse his name, but the moment he puts his lips on the sensitive pearl, he changes everything in my entire life.
“Grim! Oh, you must stop. It’s too much. I’m so sensitive!” I plead, but at the same time, I don’t want him to stop. He sucks the nub into his mouth, nibbling the bundle of nerves. The move makes me cry, and I shove my hand over my mouth to muffle my loud noises, I didn’t want to embarrass him.
Except he rips his mouth from my clit and yanks my hand away. “I want to hear every single noise. I want to own them. I want to hear what I do to you.”
“But everyone will hear….” I swallow.
He curls his lips, and a mad gleam shines in his eyes. “Good.” He dives back between my legs and feasts upon me. I don’t know how to handle it. His tongue slides over every orifice, dipping inside my virgin essence.
My fingers clutch the long strands of his hair as my legs shake from what he is doing. I’ve never felt anything like this. My body feels like it’s about to explode. He speeds the flick of his tongue and then one of his fingers slide inside me.
I gasp, staring down at him with hooded eyes. He feels my gaze and peeks his eyes through those long lashes that frame those cold, blue eyes. My mouth drops open as I watch him in my most sensitive area. We never break eye contact as he slides his finger in and out, pressing against the barrier that stops him from taking all of me.
It’s like my body has a mind of its own as I start to push against his finger. I need more. “Grim,” I whisper, and from the sound of his name, he knows what I want. He slips another finger in, yanking a feral cry from my throat. His fingers are careful but precise as he shoves them in, curling them to press against a certain spot inside me that makes me see stars.
I kick my legs up and wrap them around his head. I start losing control of my body. I arch my back; I pluck my own nipples, needing more stimulus. My mouth drops open. A gush of fluid leaves my legs, and I scream until my throat hurts and a taste of iron flows over my tongue. My orgasm rocks the sense out of him as he licks me clean. When the tremors finally stop, he removes his mouth.
His lips shine from my own come, and when he pulls his fingers free, he rubs them across my lips. “Taste yourself,” he says.
And I obey.
I lash my tongue across the gloss on my
lips and let the taste of me infiltrate my body. I’m sweet, like honey, with a slight hint of salt. I don’t know how I feel about it. I’d do it every time he asked me, but I don’t know if I’d taste it when I’m alone.
“Isn’t that the best thing you’ve ever fucking had?” he asks, wrapping the same hand that is wet with my juices around his erection.
I shake my head, staring at the beautiful, long, uncut cock.
“No? What tastes better than you?”
I lift onto my elbows. “You.”
The answer stuns him for a moment, but then he falls over, taking my mouth in a forceful kiss. He holds my face with one hand, careful not to grab the bruised side of my jaw. Still thoughtful of my injuries. It makes me want him more. He may not seem like a thoughtful man on the outside, but on the inside, he is as good as gold.
After getting my body wound up again, he breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes. His hand trickles alongside my body, disappearing between my legs and wrapping around his cock to guide it to my entrance. I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry with how nervous I am. The wide crown pushes against me. I shut my eyes, bracing myself for pain.
“Look at me. Look at me when I first take you.”
I open my eyes from his order, but all I see is worry, lust, desire, and dare I say, love? I wrap my arms around his neck and take a deep breath as he inches his way in. He takes his time. He’s gentle. He’s caring. He doesn’t want to hurt me.
He gets to my virginity, pressing against the thin layer of skin, and I whimper. “Are you alright?” he asks, pushing my hair behind my ear.
His cock stretches me to the brink. Nothing feels better than he does right now. It hurts but in a good way. I know the pain will be temporary, only a few seconds, and it will be worth it. I nod quickly, digging my nails into his back as he flexes his hips. He impales me hard and fast, ripping through my barrier with ease. I cry out, tears springing to my eyes from the sting.
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