Chapter 139 Those things
AUDREY
"Why did you tell the captain you wanted to be with me? Now they must be thinking all sorts of things" I explained, my cheeks only managing to get hotter.
Realisation flashed across his face before he grinned wolfishly, "But we are going to be doing those 'things' " he reasons and I fiddle with my fingers, trying to calm my erratic heart.
"We're mates my love, it is normal for us to want to be with each other. What would be weird is if we didn't" he explained, his arms reaching to grab hold of my waist as he pulled me closer to his body.
"I happen to like it very much when you want me" he begins, his lips moving to the shell of my ear to whisper "It gives me butterflies"
I gulped down hard, my gaze trailing to the tent in his trousers that he was referring to. Was he always hard when he saw me or was it just when he was this close to me.
Darius held onto my jaw, making sure my face was only a breath away from his. Heat spread across my chest as his warm breath fanned against my face.
"B-butterflies?" I stammer, feeling all sense of reasoning fleeing and leaving a bunch of scrambled remnants with me
"Yes my love, fucking butterflies" he answered, his pupils dilating to a much lighter golden hue. "So now do you want me to leave or you want me to show you just how good you make me feel?"
I nodded subtly, feeling my skin begin to itch and my heart hammer with sweet anticipation.
He leaned in, pressing a chaste fleeting kiss to the corner of my lips before doing the same to the other corner. I whined, grabbing fistfuls of his attire and holding him close. My body ached for more. Why wasn't he claiming me like he always did? Like I wanted him to?
He wrapped his hand around my throat, bringing my face so close to graze his lips against mine but before I could press my lips against his he pulled back, planting a lingering kiss to my jawline.
I clenched my fists, screaming inwardly.
"What is it my love?" He pried and only then did I realise why he was taking things so painfully slow. He wanted me to admit I longed for him as much as he did me and right now I was too needy to let my pride take presidence.
My body shook with trembles and I tightly fisted his shirt material, trying to control the urges that surged uncontrollably through my body, leaving me to pant breathlessly like one who had just run round the castle grounds. Twice. His lips made their way over my beating pulse and he latched down, nipping lightly. Not too soft but just hard enough to leave my brain floating and my neediness increasing by five fold. A careles moan left my lips as his hand held my neck, bringing my naked throat closer to his greedy, sweet lips. He proceeded to rain sweet torturous kisses and bites to my neck, doubling the stain from the ones inflicted earlier today.
His tongue jutted out across my skin and began lightly trailing over it. In my arousal I could feel the words he drew on my skin, six letters, one name, a single claim. DARIUS.
I was so engulfed and submerged in the pleasure his sinful lips were causing that I hadn't noticed we had changed positions and I was now seated on his lap, straddling his form. My hands snuck into his hair, ruffling and tugging at his curls while his calloused hands generously roamed the expanse of my back. He pulled me greedily to his form, ensuring every single part of me was carved against him. He gripped the material of my dress in his fists, pulling me against his hard member. His head was buried in the crook of my neck as he continued to suck on my skin, leaving love bites everywhere eyes could see and even where they couldn't.
Begrudgingly he pulled away, his warm short breaths hitting my sensitive skin
"Say you want me, say it" he growled, his canines scraping my skin and effectively making liquid pool out of my seeping core.
I froze, my entire form running rigid and the pleasure pouring out of me in violent spasms. My body shook with my release and I melted into a literal puddle in Darius's arms. My face flushed, hair sticking to my forehead and my whole form sweaty.
Darius wraps his arms comfortingly around me, his hand pressing my head against his broad chest and letting me rest there for a while as I rode out my release. My heart thumps loudly in my chest and my breathing is still hectic as I try to calm my pulse. I would think Darius and I consummating our love would mean I'd be less flustered around him during our intimate moments but I was so wrong, because at the moment my face was as red as a tomato.
He pressed a lingering kiss to the crown of my head and began slowly pulling at the ribbons that held my dress together at my back. I pulled back, looking deeply into his lust filled dark molten gaze that seemed to be tearing right through my soul. I peered deeper, letting myself get caught in the impending storm that was brewing in his gaze: the sweet vulnerability, the dark desire that torched his soul, enchanting his veins, filling his blood with the need to have me with him, the urge, like an instinct, driving his very purpose.
I could see the specks of a broken soul as if mending, as if being sewed back together, woven with a thicker thread but still tearing at the seams. A broken heart slowly finding it's pieces, a grieving soul now bellowing a hymn of joy, love and passion. It was the kind of an unsteady turbulence, like a pendulum, tossing back and forth but this time with so much more force.