Chapter 17 Marked by pleasure
Dust
I’m pacing the room, my heart a wild drum in my chest as I wait for River to return. The minutes feel like hours, each tick of the clock echoing in my mind. I can’t shake the unease that’s settled over me since the attack. It wasn’t just the threat that loomed outside our walls; it was the uncertainty swirling within me. What had River discovered?
When the door finally swings open, my breath catches in my throat. There he is… tall, strong, and undeniably magnetic. Relief floods through me, and before I can think, I’m rushing into his arms.
“River!” I exclaim, wrapping my arms around him, feeling the warmth of his body seep into my skin.
He pulls me close, and I tilt my face up, searching his eyes for answers. But instead of words, he captures my lips with his, a kiss that ignites a fire deep within me. My heart races as I melt into him, every worry and doubt fading away in that moment.
As the kiss deepens, I can feel the urgency in him, the way his hands grip my waist as if he fears I might slip away. It sends shivers down my spine, a delicious thrill that makes my pulse quicken. But just as I start to lose myself in him, he pulls back, his breath coming in harsh gasps.
“Dust…” he murmurs, his eyes dark with intensity. “I need you.”
My heart skips a beat, but confusion clouds my thoughts. “Why? I don’t understand, River. Why do you want me so much?”
His gaze softens, but there’s a storm brewing beneath the surface. “You’re not just anyone to me. You’re… everything, my mate.”
I shake my head, trying to comprehend his words. “I am just not used to being wanted.”
“This is howmuch I want you,” he says gently, taking my hand and pressing it against the bulge in his pants.
“Oh!” It slips from my mouth, it feels as magnificant as the rest of him. “Can I see it?”
He chuckles when I blush at my own words. “Of course, but… princess if I get naked I think we both know we are not just gonna look, so are you ready for that?”
I nod eagerly, biting my lip, and he swoops down kissing me, before stepping back a bit.
He gives me a sexy smirk, then he pulls off his t-shirt, my eyes taking in his broad chest, it is bulging and masculine, with dark hair. Then he turns his back to me, showing off the large wolf tattoo there, as he slowly wiggles his jeans down.
“Ready?” He asks, and I nod again, holding my breath til he turns, then it comes out on a small gasp.
“It’s so big,” It just flies out, and I blink, tearing my eyes of it, meeting his eyes. “Can I touch it?”
He smiles slowly, an unmistakably hunger in his eyes, “I think that first you should strip off your clothes for me.”
“I am not sure how too…” I say, suddenly feeling shy.
“No worry princess, there is no wrong way,” he holds out his hand to me, and when I take it he pulls me to him. “There is nothing you can do I will not find enticing and sexy.”
He lets himself fall down on the bed, watching me as I slowly start to undress. His hand moving to his erection, stroking it slowly as he watches me. The motion is so fascinating that I forget my shyness. I want to please him, I like the effect I have on him.
“You are so damn sexy princess,” he says on a groan, when I stand before him naked. “Come here.”
As I climb up on the bed and lay down beside him, he takes my hand and move it to his dick, “touch all you like.”
I slowly let my fingers slide up and down, the way he had been doing. A broken moan comes from his lips. It’s fascinating the way his skin moves… my fingers tighten again. River’s head falls back.
He’s soft and hard at the same time, an odd combination that my body understands better than I do. I curl my fingers more tightly and stroke him again. The feeling of it makes me shudder, and the breath catches in his throat, emerging in a strangled moan.
Desire lances through me again, making me breathless, exhilarated. “Are you sure this will fit,” I whisper. “I have my doubts.”
“It will fit, I promise” He’s laughing softly, trusting up into my grip. “I just need to make sure you are ready.“
And with that he slides down my body, kissing along his way, his mouth finding my core, soon joined by his fingers as he coaxes pleasure I did not know was possible from me.
Soon I am almost delirious with desire, “I am ready. Come on,” I say, trying to pull him on top of me.
“We should be slow,” he whispers, as he slides up, his tongue running across my lips while his fingers slip down to caress my private area. “You’re a virgin. You must have heard about the pain caused by losing one’s virginity.”
I hardly hear him, I love the feeling and how he’s stroking me. Still, what I want isn’t strokes or caresses or even sweet kisses. So I pull hard at his shoulders. “I know, I do not care” I say fiercely.
I feel him there, and arch toward him instinctively.
“Slowly, princess,” he whispers.
I don’t want to be slow. I feel a deep hunger for heat, and for him, and possession. The feeling is so intense that I can’t find words, just shake my head against his shoulders.
He knows… somehow he knows what I’m thinking. A strong hand lifts my hip higher, fingers biting into my skin, and then he whispers against my ear, “You’re sure?”
I don’t bother answering, just growl and pant as if I’ve lost the ability to speak.
Apparently he knows how to interpret that because he comes to me, in a smooth deep thrust, with a twist of his hips and at last he slides in.
“Does it hurt?” he says a second later, his lips on my cheeks.
It isn’t pain. I feel stretched, occupied, possessed… delirious.
I arch my hips, take him deeper. “Could you…” I lose my breath as he shifts, sending cascades of fiery sensation down my legs.
“I can stop,” River gasps. “Wait for you to adjust. Your body will accommodate me, if you give it a moment.” His voice is deeper than I’ve ever heard it.
“No,” I gasp.
He seems to stiffen slightly, “Is it too much, I have been told…”
“No, I gasp again. “I do not want a moment, I want it now.” I am arching again, trying to get back the sensation, the fire. It feels so good.
He laughs softly, a kind of deep, breathless laughter. His elbows are just by my ear, so I can feel his body shaking... I open my eyes and stare at him, annoyed.
“I don’t think laughing is appropriate.”
“Mmmmm,” he says, reaching down and nipping my lip. The motion of his body makes another ripple of sensation spread from my middle to the very ends of my toes. My eyes start to close again.
“Are you feeling okay?” he asks me.
“Yes, very okay” I say, tilting my neck to kiss his chin.
“In that case, I guess I can continue,” he mumbles. “You need to take all of me, princess.”
“Continue? All of you? Are you saying there is more?” Instinctively, I clutch his shoulders. “Oh dear, No, I am sure I am full.”
He drops his head into the curve of my shoulder, but I can hear the snort of laughter.
“Stop laughing at me!” I order. I pull up my knees, bracing my feet on the bed, trying to move a bit and the breath catches in my throat. Pleasure spreads out like slow liquid ripples, right down my legs.
River’s breath sounds harsh in my ears. Without another word, he reaches back and pushes my left knee up.
“Oh,” I breathe, understanding his silent command and winding my legs around his hips. It brings the two of us closer, shifts him somehow so he slides even deeper inside me. I like it. Even more after I wiggle a little, adjusting so that we are a perfect fit.
“It really does fit,” I say, kissing his chin. “I like it.”
“I’m going to start moving now,” he says between clenched teeth. “I think you are ready.”
He pulls back slowly. The sense of loss is dizzying. My flesh instinctively clings to him, mourning. And then he thrusts forward again.
A sob flies from my lips, and my legs tightens around his hips. My body arches to meet his. “Oh…” I manage.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he pulls back to thrust, and thrusts again.
I cling to him as if I would drown without him, letting the wild pleasure of his ride echo through every bone in my body.
I can hear myself whimper, hear the harsh sound of River’s breath in my ear, his deep masculine groans and moans. Slowly, slowly, an uncontrollable heat builds in my body, making my toes curl and my fingernails dig into his shoulders.
“Princess,” River growls, pausing. His voice sounds so unlike himself, almost strangling and I pull him even closer, dropping kisses on his shoulder, his neck, his chin.
“Just let me…”
“What?” I ask, startled out of my daze. “Am I doing it right? Should I be doing something else? Shall I…”
“Shh Princess,” he says in my ear.
I am slightly confused, but at that moment he slides a hand between us, right to the part where we are joined, and touches me there. One slow rub of his thumb on my clit, and my body reacts like a bonfire doused in gasoline.
A strangled cry bursts from my lips. The feeling of him, thick and hot and possessive, feels like it has taken control of my body.
A satisfied groan bursts from his lips, and he thrusts again. I see stars, literal stars. What he is doing with his hand, combined with the delicious friction, the powerful trusts, makes the pleasure burst through my body.
“River!” I cry. “River!”
He lets go of any semblance of control, pounding into me with such force that the sound of the bed thumping the wall is making its own melody, sure to be noticed.
Heat explodes in my body, and I fall into a pleasure so vivid and fierce that I could never have imagined such a thing. I can’t see, nor hear, only feel as my body goes liquid, relaxing into a delirious kind of spasming pleasure that burns through my blood.
Vaguely, I hear a strangled groan, and I open my eyes, blinking to see River’s head arch backward as he pulses into me one last time.
The look on his face, the total abandonment, total pleasure, sets off another cascade of red-hot sparks through my body, making me clench at the very moment he shouts, literally shouts my name, before sinking his teeth into the place where my neck meets my shoulder, marking me as his.
And then he collapses on top of me.