The Reason for Marriage - Chapter 51.2 (18+)

“I’ve been waiting for a long time for you to wake up.”

He held her in place, and she realized her borrowed clothes were already pushed up to her chest. The tingling warmth of anticipation began to spread between her legs, and pressed against her, she could feel his own response growing. Each kiss on her back made her twitch. Each caress of her nipples made her shudder.

“Ooooh… Ah…”

“Open a little bit more,” he whispered. She didn’t respond at first, so he intertwined his leg with hers and gently spread her. His fingers quickened their dance in her garden, and her hips instinctively began to move in response.

“Wait…wait…”

He made a low moa*, then seemed to pull suddenly away before grabbing her ankles and pulling her to the center of the bed. Her eyes opened wide and met his, already clouded with his desire. He smiled and kissed her ankle.

“Now again.”

He lowered his head down between her legs, and the touch of his tongue sent a shock through her. She gasped, and whatever words she had meant to say were lost. Self-conscious, she wanted to push his head away, but only gripped the sheets, unable to resist the thrill of him between her legs, unable to stop herself from climbing to her orgasm.

“Aah, ah… good, it’s good… a, a little bit more…”

“If you like, then…”

Her legs trembled in his hands. She shuddered, bucked again. Her mind when blank in ecstasy. She moa*ed, but in her climax her voice cracked, and the moa* broke into choking gasps.

“Be my Queen. This damned palace would be heaven for me if I shared each night with you like this.”

Releasing her legs, he moved up, hovering above her writhing body. He grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands free from their grip on the sheets, and climbed onto her. Descending from her climax, she came back into herself and looked up at him – his blue eyes blind with passion, his disheveled golden hair, his lips still wet with the juices of her ecstasy, and the lustful hunger written across his face, which made her shudder again in anticipation.

He drove his cock inside her suddenly. For all her anticipation, shock rippled through her at the feel of it. Her own movements aligned with his thrusts, rougher, deeper, and she thrusted with him as if by instinct.

“Good…so good… Oh my god…W-…wait…”

He withdrew suddenly, startlingly, then hooked one hand under her shoulder and effortlessly flipped her over.

“This way,” he breathed hoarsely. “I want to see your back.”

“Y-…yes,” she whispered. She shivered, readied herself, eager to feel him inside her again.

He lifted her up to all fours, gripped her hips and thrust suddenly into her again. She cried out, gasping with each thrust. Her hips danced against him, matching his speed, shifting to take him in at one new angle after another, each one a different sensation, a new shock of pleasure. She groaned with an ecstasy that came from a deeper, more primal place than before.

“Be my Queen,” he breathed again.

She didn’t respond, didn’t look back at him, just lost herself in the sensations. The silence was broken only by their labored breaths and the wet, slapping sound of their colliding bodies.

“You’re safe here. You’ll have everything here.”

He leaned forward over her, gripped her shoulders, kissed her on the back of the neck. Her vision seemed to go white from the sensation of his thrusts, more forceful now. She could feel his hot breath on her shoulders, and it made her body shake.

“No one can hurt you. No one can take my woman from me,” he grunted, his words barely formed as he moved faster.

“Ah, ah… Daniel, wait…”

“I’ll do everything for you. Be everything for you. Stay with me. Always…always…good…”

His rhythm accelerated again, became more reckless as he hurried toward their climax.

“Oh, w-…wait…aaaah…,” she tried to protest, but couldn’t. She was carried along in his movements, climbing fast. Her body throbbed. She wanted to see him, see his face, but couldn’t raise her head. She was locked in movement with him, faster, harder. He kissed her neck and breathed more words like a stuttered moa*.

“If you…tire…of my bed…I can…take you…in the sun…the audience room…where…first saw you,” his voice was rougher now, ragged with exertion and pleasure.

“Or…if you’re too shy…hidden among the books…in my study…the gymnasium…the street of Amenity…anywhere…everywhere…until you’re satis- “.

The blank white of her vision suddenly flashed into a brilliant light as she climaxed, even as his own spasm hit him mid-sentence. She felt his warmth rush inside her again as her body shook wildly, as she felt him shake inside her, over her. They fell together onto the bed, spent.

She lay, gasping, wanting to feel his lips again, wanting him to kiss her, but he only held her from behind, as though he wanted to stay hidden.

She wondered if he didn’t want her to see his expression. Why? What was he afraid she’d see? Disappointment, perhaps, at her silence? At her resistance to his pleas?