The Reason for Marriage - Chapter 50.2 (18+)

The tenuous calm she had managed to muster while washing herself vanished the instant she crossed the threshold into his room. She dropped her bathing robe, letting the fabric pool at her feet.

She trembled, facing him naked like this, in his bedroom, she had never felt more vulnerable in her life.

Raising her eyes, she met his fierce stare from across the room, the heat in his eyes almost scorching in its intensity.

He wanted Iveca, and Iveca wanted him too, right now at this moment.

Without a single word, he stalked toward her like a predator toward its prey, and in an instant, he grabbed her up and carried her to his bed, laying her down on the silken sheets, his warm weight pressing on top of her.

After this night, after failing to complete the mission, the man who killed his nephew would once again sit neatly in front of everyone, wearing a mask and smiling. After this night, she would run away, and he would move on.

Even though she knew she would soon be forgotten, she tried to engrave every moment, every touch, into her mind.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung desperately, their limbs entangling and his warmth pressing her into the sheets.  His warm lips rained almost kisses along her jaw, and neck, then back up and all over her face, before pressing against her own plush lips. She could feel his hard length pressing against her thigh, and she was shocked at its size.

“I can’t hardly think around you…” he growled.

At his low voice, she clasped her legs tighter around his waist, and whispered, “We have tonight.”

Closer. Closer. After this night, she didn’t want to think, and she didn’t have to think. He bent his head lower and trailed his tongue down her throat and over the upper swell of her bre*sts, before he latched on to one of her peaked n*pples and began to suck on it, alternating between gentle bites and licks that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

She moaned as she arched into him, offering herself up. The laving of his wet tongue over her n*pples was almost more than she could bear, and her aching p*ssy grew wetter and wetter with every suck and lick.

While he clung to one of her n*pples with one hand, rolling the tight bud between his fingers and thumb, he crushed her other n*pple with his mouth. She twisted her hands in the sheets beneath, arching further into his touch, and felt the silken length of his hard cock brush against her knuckles.

An almost pained sound left his throat at the brief touch, so she twisted herself around just enough that she could gently clasp his length in her small hand. He was so thick that she couldn’t get her fingers to wrap all the way around him, but she started to gently pull up and down his length anyways.

Daniel lifted his head from her bre*st and grimaced in strained pleasure as she kissed along his collarbone and slowly swept her small hand up and down the hot length of his cock. Above her, leaning on one strongly muscled arm to hold most of his weight off her, his jaw tightened in pleasure, and she watched as he briefly closed his eyes, and let out a low suppressed moan.

“Does this feel okay?” Iveca whispered in his ear.

“It’s so good.” he rumbled, as Iveca kissed and nipped at his broad shoulder, leaving a red mark. His thick cock jerked in her hand, and to her surprise grew even harder. A bead of clear cum glistened on the broad head.

“Hold on,” he said hoarsely, pulling her hand away.

Before she could say anything, he grabbed her by the waist and pushed both of his hands between her legs. Leaning over her wet core, he parted her pink folds with his strong thumbs, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. A low grumble of approval emanated from his chest as he brushed over her swollen clit with the pad of his thumb.

“Oh, Your Majesty!”

Iveca was shaking now, her back arched up off the bed. She could feel warm juices dripping over her glistening folds and onto the silk sheets. Every time his thumb circled, her eyes closed in ecstasy and a moan escaped her tight throat. She had to squeeze the sheet in her grasping fingers instead of grabbing his cock again.

“Ah… Stop… Oh… Your Majesty!”

“Call my name,” he commanded, staring at her exposed p*ssy, gritting his teeth as though he was trying to restrain himself.

She managed to mutter, gasping as she felt her swollen p*ssy begin to contact with waves of pleasure that grew higher and higher, “Daniel…” she groaned, using his given name, a name she had only called him on his birthday.

He moved further down her body, and pushing her legs wide open, he settled his broad chest between her thighs, his warm breath inches from her spread p*ssy. Slowly he lowered his head, and she felt the first slow lick from his hot tongue, as he growled in pleasure. He slowly lapped at her clit, before licking lower, over her glistening p*ssy lips and around her tight wet hole, lapping up her juices like she was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.

“…Ah, ah!”, as if from a distance she heard her own moans and unintelligible sounds of pleasure. All she could see now was the top of his golden hair between her legs as he ate at her p*ssy like a starving man. The room around her began to fade away as her vision grew hazy, and she clung to the sheets beneath her. Her legs began to shake involuntarily, and her abdomen tightened almost painfully as she balanced on the razor’s edge of overwhelming pleasure, her whole body drawn tight like a bowstring.

He licked slowly upward from her soaked opening to her swollen clit, before sucking her clit into his hot mouth. He sucked and licked until her entire world focused into a pinpoint of extreme pleasure, intense waves of release rising and peaking, one after another, with every pull of his mouth on her clit.

“Ah.. ha haa… Ah!” She knew she was calling out too loudly, but she no longer had any control over the sounds coming from her mouth.

The climax went on and on, as her body continued to arch and convulse against his mouth, her p*ssy juices glistening across his greedy mouth.

“Ahhh, ahh…” Finally, the last spasms of pleasure finished, and she lay there like a rag doll, panting.

“You can no longer deny that you want me,” he said in a low voice, his tone self-satisfied but hungry for more.

“Can I do whatever I want?” he asked, giving her spread p*ssy another slow kiss. “And know that if you agree, there is no going back. I will take what I want.”

Limp and covered in a sheen of sweat, unable to answer, she just nodded her head.

He moved back up over her, and she felt his hips settle between her spread thighs as he braced himself above her on his muscled forearms. His intoxicating scent wrapped around her, the smell of earth and woodlands, and she pressed herself against his chest.

She felt the broad head of his cock press against her slick core. His cock was bigger than she could have had imagined, and she fought against a brief tremor of fear. He looked down on her, his gaze raking hungrily over her flushed bre*sts and peaked n*pples, before he met her eyes, holding eye contact with her as he pushed into her by an inch. His jaw tensed as slowly pushed further in.

“Ah, ah!” ripped from her throat.

The feeling of something so hot and thick stretching her was almost too much. Even though she had thought she was impossibly wet, her p*ssy felt stretched to the brink, burning as it tried to accommodate his girth.

The feeling was overwhelming, and she felt tears bite at her eyes as he pushed in another inch, and she felt her p*ssy open up for him in one sharp burst.

The careful control that she had seen on his face disappeared as he sank deeper into her impossibly tight sheath, and she felt his hips buck almost involuntarily once he was fully seated inside her, a deep groan of pleasure rumbling from his chest.

He began to move inside her, and the burning she’d felt was replaced by a pleasurable ache.

There was no longer any trace of restraint or gentleness on his face as he looked down on her, but rather a fierce look of possession darkened his features as he bent to thrust his tongue in her mouth.

He gripped her wrists in his hand, pinning them above her head, and then began to piston his huge cock in and out of her soaking sheath.