Chapter 124 My bride
His mouth was a hot vacuum around my clit. Just as with those cups were days ago. And in this vacuum, his tongue flicked with a grim persistence.
I had stopped breathing altogether, grasping at the sheets, rocking my hips against his mouth as I moaned his name.
He liked it. Too much. Squeezing the flesh of my thighs every time his name spilled out of my lips in a tortured whimper.
Two fingers turned to three, thrusting in and out of me, stretching me out as my own fingers dug into his back. And this was the purest bliss of all, this permission to touch him, feel his body the way I have only been able to feel Hale and Finn…
Finn.
My body tensed to the memories, memories of that silver cage, aqua-colored eyes under me, the luscious curls, loose and falling over his brows…
I was coming, fast and hard. Even as guilt ate me, even as my cheeks burned with embarrassment. I was coming to the mere memory of another man even though this one under me was the only man I would do anything for, crawl for, kiss his feet.
None of this made my orgasm any less intense, not with the image of Finn's charming smile swimming in my head.
Mordaine lapped and flicked and sucked my clit through it all. But when he straightened up finally, I saw he knew.
He had not read my thoughts, he would never do that. But he knew.
My heart thudded, partly from exertion at my climax, but also from terror at his possible reaction. However, his face remained neutral, and then he reached out and caressed my cheek with tenderness.
I sighed.
He grabbed my arm, yanked my back off the bed, and held me close. We stared into each other's eyes, silver eyes reflecting silver.
Then he leaned in and pressed his lips to my forehead, “You’re precious.”
My body shivered. This new tenderness, this new appreciation for me. How did he move from a cold bully to a cuddly bear, gentle and sweet.
He stroked my body slowly and air rushed out of my lips, our eyes were locked, and my heart was doing that funny dance.
That dance that frightened me because this man would consume me if I gave in. This man, who was now staring at me like I was a stunning apparition, wove his arms fully around me and just hugged me.
I rested my face in the crook of his neck, melting in his arms, not really understanding this, but giving into it anyway. At least for this moment.
“You are my bride, Lys Astre Grunder. Do you understand that?”
His voice was quiet, devoid of the irritation or coldness it often held.
“Yes, si… Mordaine.”
He moved one hand down to clutch my hip. “From this point forward, I may begin to act in ways you find strange. Will you indulge me, my pet?”
I could have told him that strange does not even begin to describe his change since the men left. But the crown of his dick was caressing my clit, stroking up, down, and the only response my lips could make were gasps.
“I need a response.” He whispered right in my ear, and my body shivered against him. He groaned and kissed the hollow of my neck.
“Yes. Yes, I will.”
He rolled over immediately, stretching out with his back to the bed so that I was straddling him.
My spine turned rigid, and my breathing became labored. I felt like I had been pushed onto a performance stage with no script.
“I want to watch you. I want to watch you spear yourself on my cock.”
“I…”
“Like this.” Those large hands grabbed my hips on both sides, tilting my pelvis forward. “Take it.”
My eyes popped, but he nodded. My hand shook once as I lowered my hand between us to grab his shaft. And wrapping my fingers around his girth, I froze for a moment, staring at it like I was holding something magical, something I had no business touching.
I lifted my gaze to his face again to find him smiling, an amused smile.
“My body is yours,” he whispered, giving an encouraging nod.
I bit my lip, uncertain how to handle this… license? Power? How did we progress from big bad bully to my body is yours.
But when I brushed that velvet smoothness against my entrance, the voices in my head went hush. He was like an arrow-headed pleasure plug and all attempts to push him deeper turned futile.
I glanced down at him helplessly. This had surprisingly become a lecture on fucking.
“Use your hips. You need a little more force to get me inside.”
In contrast to my jitters and sweat-dampened skin, he looked totally relaxed, lying with his hands crossed behind his head like this was a languid day at the beach.
I made another attempt, relying on gravity and a little bravery. Pain had never scared me aftera…
“Fuck.” My eyes bulged.
“There we go.” His voice carried a pinch of enthusiasm. My pussy stretched around his girth, breaking me in two as I impaled myself on him.
I immediately grabbed his hips for support, gasping and straining. My clit throbbed to the transparent enjoyment in his eyes, my toes curled to this exquisite feeling of fullness, stretched to the max as I finally sat on him.
My eyes dropped to the point our body was joined, the curls of dark hair traveling up from his groin to his happy trail.
He maintained that casual look, but I could see his chest rising and falling more heavily now. And when I took my first real breath, his arm twitched and a pulse began to beat on his temple.
“Move, wife.”
I bit my lip hard as I clutched his hips more firmly for support. This position was difficult because it brought back all the memories of Finn. He was the only man I had ever assumed this position with.
I beat all the thoughts back and moved my hips once. We both inhaled. My toes curled in reflex and my walls began to thrum. I repeated the movement, rolling my hips in a small circle.
“Tilt forward.”
I did, bending my chest a little towards him and my hair spilled down like a curtain, the tips caressing his cheeks, brows.
“That was good.” He gave me a pleased nod. “And if you finish the move with a little backward shove...” I did so immediately, and he hissed through his teeth.
“Yes… like that. It would feel bloody great for both of us.”
“Ok.”
He moved one hand from under him and took my hand. I watched in surprise as he laced our fingers together. He gave me a shy smile.
“Indulge me.”