YM778.TV Chapter 456 - [Bonus ] Intimate
Chapter 456 - [Bonus ] Intimate
Ileus spotted a dry patch of grass and set her down on her feet. He removed his shirt and spread it on the grass for her to sit. He pivoted himself in front of her and said, "I can\'t win this war, Ana."
She placed her hand on his cheek. He leaned into it and closed his eyes. His throat bobbed. He leaned forward and she leaned back, allowing him to hover over her. He slid his tongue over her jaw and nibbed her until he reached her pointy ears. "I was too distracted by these," he whispered as he nibbled them. "I had been dreaming of them the past seven days." Her body arched as she hummed in approval.
He took his mouth further down to her neck and kissed and nipped her throat leaving marks and scratches. He came to where his mark was on her shoulder and sucked her skin over it.. She moaned, as pleasure ripped through her body. His hand brushed the skin on her belly, then lower on her navel and then he took it lower inside her gown and tugged it up. She shivered as cool brisk wind touched her skin, but he cupped her on the back and drew her fully against him to give her all the warmth she needed. She closed her eyes as she placed her face in the crook of his neck and inhaled his woodsy and misty scent. "I missed you…"
"Not more than I missed you princess." His fingers were in her panties which he took less than a second to rip. As soon as his fingers brushed those curly hair between her thighs, his body shuddered. It was what he had been seeking for a week. He had wondered if she missed him at all, but the dampness out there spoke for itself. Her juices were flowing, wetting the inner thighs. He lowered his lips to hers and after nibbling at the corners, he licked at her seam to urge her to open them for her and Anastasia—she happily obliged him. He delved his tongue right inside and began exploring her all over again in lazy strokes. When he pulled away, he rested his brows over hers and said, "There was not a day I didn\'t think about you, not a moment. This unending thing that we have between us would have consumed me and then something more, if I hadn\'t come to you."
Anastasia\'s lips parted as a lump formed in her throat. Only he was capable of speaking so beautifully, only he was capable of dousing the irritation she had felt for so long. And she didn\'t realize when but she felt his thumb wiping her tears. She chuckled, "What if someone discovers us over here and sees that the prince and princess of Vilinski are in the most intimate position?"
"Then they would know how intimate we are," he replied, his golden eyes burning with desire. He knew that she hadn\'t put a shield around them and he wasn\'t particularly bothered even if someone discovered them. He grasped her wrists and pinned them up as he drank in her nakedness beneath him. His expressions turned ravenous. When his eyes went lower to her curls, he gulped. Enough of gawking. He lowered himself to her navel, where he kissed the dip of her stomach and then went further down to worship the woman of his dreams. His lover, his mate, his wife, his Anastasia.
He blew the hair over there and she bucked at the sensation. "So greedy," he said and flicked her clit. When she bucked again, he chuckled, "So needy." Her body was tense as a bowstring and so was his. With a final flick, he simply delved his face inside those curls and sucked her hard. And then he realized that he was needier.
The muscles in his neck were so taut that she thought if she placed her hands around them, he would jump, but the way he was moving his hands all over her—it was so gentle and careful. She arched her body, pressing her to his mouth and that was all he wanted. She was on the edge when he pulled himself away. She cried for being denied her pleasure. He chuckled. He wiped his glistening mouth with his forearm and came up to latch on her nipples. While he was sucking them, he realized her fingers were right over his belt. She wanted to dig them inside. She opened the buttons of his leather pants, one by one, and then gripped his shaft—velvet over granite. "Fuck!" he swore and hissed. He tugged his pants away, not sure if he was even breathing or not.
And once again, seeing that beautiful taut muscled body of the Dark Wizard, she gulped. One hand trailed to the planes and dips of his torso, tracing every contour. He nestled his hips against hers and her body trembled when she felt his hot shaft like a brand against her skin. She lowered her hands and took it between her palms. He thrust his hips in her hands, biting a curse. He lowered his head to the nipples and grazed the skin around them making her dry once more. Gods above, he had dreamt of these moments agonizing over and over again. "You are mine," he said in between sucking her.
"Yes," she replied softly as she stroked him gently. "I am all yours." Her hands went around his shoulders as he sucked her nipples and then she dug her nails in his flesh, urging him to go hard. His chest vibrated and a growl rumbled in approval when she drew blood from his shoulders. Her body was on fire and she wanted him to douse it. There was no going back. He came up to claim her mouth again and drink all her groans. Time slowed and she could hear every little breath, every leaf rustle and every drop of water that sprayed around them, misted around them.
"You are beautiful, love," he said against her lips before sliding his tongue back inside. He ground his hardness against her and she arched her body again to ease the growing heat in her belly.
"I need you," she moaned. And the prince did what his princess wanted. He braced his elbow near her head, twined his fingers in her golden hair and guided himself inside her. Home. He had come back home. His home was where she was. He thrust inside her. She tipped her head back, arching her body to meet his hips. He thrust again and she moaned his name. When he did it for the third time, she lifted her head to claim his mouth. She brushed her fingers all over his powerful, muscular back and felt the way his muscles rippled under her touch. She lowered herself and allowed herself to feel him stretching her. She dug her nails in him again as his hips slammed home. She stretched her neck for him—for him to bury his fangs.
He went wild when he saw how she bared her neck. He grazed his fangs there, but didn\'t pierce her flesh. The graze of his fangs brought her over the edge and the heat inside her belly uncoiled.