“Was it my uncle who insisted that we wed tonight?” she asked with faux innocence. “I believe he had the impression that the demand was yours.”
Sedrak cocked his head, smiling.
Leola smiled back. “I do not, myself, intervene in these affairs,” she said teasingly.
Sedrak gripped the bodice of her dress, crushing the material in his fist. Leola heard the fabric rend, but had no time to look down, for he had picked her up by the waist, easily, with one hand, and in another brief moment she was hanging over his shoulder, and they were entering the room.
Only two torches illuminated the room, along with a fire. Sedrak kicked the door closed and tossed Leola onto the bed. When she looked up at him, she saw an even greater hunger in his eyes than she had seen before.
He discarded his furs, revealing his bare chest—for there had been no tunic that would fit a man his size in the castle. The light of the fire danced on his smooth chest, capturing the sharp, hard curves of his muscles. He hastily unfastened his pants, but was on the bed, on top of Leola, before he was fully unclothed.
He put his fingers in her hair and pulled her to him, his other hand caressing her throat. “I have wanted you for so long,” he growled. The hand caressing her throat moved down to the bodice of her dress and ripped it from her body as he swallowed her mouth with his.
This kiss was unlike the others; his tongue moved into her mouth, exploring urgently, claiming her. But he released her lips, and moved his mouth down her neck, to her chest, to her bared breast. He cupped it in his hand and closed his lips around her nipple.
The heat of his mouth and the playful flicks of his tongue made her back arch to meet him. The heat in her lower body began to boil; every motion of his tongue seemed to be connected by a taut wire to the place between her legs that made her come, right through her body. Every movement of his tongue plucked the wire and made it sing within her.
She grasped his hair and clung to him, for she felt she might fall from the edge of the world if it continued to spin as it was. The prickly stubble on his jaw scraped her breasts, then her abdomen. He ripped away more of her dress, his jaw traveling further, lower, his hands pulling her clothes away.
She lifted her head to watch him as he pulled her torn dress away from her body, and all of the undergarments Datharia had insisted she wear. Then she felt the scrape of his jaw against her inner thigh, and the heat of his mouth closed in on the center of her legs.
She shuddered, and then tipped her head back when his tongue moved to the place that drove her so wild. He began slowly, teasing her, flicking at the sensitive face of that private place and then retreating, letting her body incinerate with desire the way he let a spanking glow red-hot on her skin before giving her another.
He started to move his tongue rhythmically against her button, and she gripped his head, looking down at him. She wanted to tell him that she craved feeling him inside of her, but she could not speak. “Sedr… ah…” she croaked.
But it was too late, the feeling became too intense, and like a rolling stone, it gathered momentum slowly at first but then became unstoppable. She screamed as her pleasure overtook her.
But even after she began to fall from the great height of pleasure, he continued to move his tongue against that place, and her thighs snapped closed, for the sensation was too intense, and she could not bear it.
Sedrak pushed her thighs gently open with his hands, and held her so that she knew she could not escape. She tossed her head on the mattress, for the pillows had long been flung in either direction. She mewled and whimpered. “Master,” she panted. “I cannot… it is too much…”
But he continued, until she was writhing on the bed, and the painful ecstasy ebbed away to building pleasure again. Leola stared down at him, and he looked at her over the mound of her womanhood.
Suddenly, he rose from between her legs, and she gasped as if he had struck her, for that was how she felt: the absence of his attention slammed into her, a great void. She reached for him, and he caught her wrists and held them, using his other hand to remove his pants and free his cock.
Then he guided her hand to his organ, and wrapped her fingers around it. From the eye at the tip, a creamy drop of his seed had formed, and she longed to lick it.
But more than that, she longed to feel him inside of her, and the need was so great that she was shaking.
Sedrak looked down at her, his mouth slightly open, his eyes black in the dim light, but with all-consuming hunger burning behind them. “Now, Leola Grace,” he breathed. “I will make you mine, and fill you with my seed, and your belly with my children.”
He lowered himself on top of her, but rolled to the side and rested on his forearm. His free hand slipped between her legs. Leola lifted her body to meet his fingers, and craved his touch immediately. But Sedrak’s fingers traveled lightly down her body, snaking like a feathery breath over her skin. He began in slow circles around each of her aureoles, until the nipples in their centers hardened and begged for his touch. His lips followed the touch of his fingers, promising to fulfill the scorching needs of her skin with the heat and wet interior of his mouth. He teased her, his lips passing over the screaming nubs of her nipples, each touch electrifying some unseen cord between her breasts and the liquid core in her lower abdomen. When he finally enclosed the stiff peaks of her nipples in his mouth she gasped, and her eyes watered, as the heat of his mouth traveled through her body, turning every part of her to liquid.
He moved slowly down her body, leaving her panting, her nipples aching for his return, her mind wishing him to travel faster to the center of her pussy, where her body clamored for the heat of his body and the solid weight of his cock within her. There was no way to explain to herself this desire for a thing she could only imagine, but she was breathless with her desire, unable to speak.
His lips passed over her navel, ever hotter, wet now as he began to nibble gently on her flesh. His slipped his fingers into the slick flesh between her legs, parting her pussy, brushing over her clitoris to tease her. She mewled and looked down at him as he brought his mouth to her flesh.
But when his tongue began to explore the contours of her engorged flesh, she had to tip her head back and close her eyes, for the pleasure it delivered to her was too great to bear with them open. It rushed over her like a wave; all of her skin seemed to freeze at the same time, even as it burned. His tongue flitted over her lips, playfully lapping at every part of her except the place she wanted to feel him most.
Her hands traveled to his head, and she was not conscious of their journey until she felt his hair amid her fingertips. She tried to press him to her, to force his hot mouth over the bud between her legs that screamed for his wet tongue. But he grasped her wrists, and his rough beard grazed the insides of her thighs. She could feel a smile form on his mouth and his voice vibrated against her as he growled, “Not yet, my pet.”
He pushed her wrists to the bed and began to move his tongue rhythmically against her clit. Though it had seemed impossible, she was again soaring to new heights of pleasure, and so close to exploding that she felt as if a fist had gathered her organs within it and squeezed them ever tighter.
He eased a finger, then a second one, into her pussy. She felt her body quiver around the hardness of his fingers. He bent his fingers inside of her, toward the root of her nub, and as they clawed at a rough patch of skin inside of her pussy, she cried out in pleasure, and stars swam in front of her eyes.
She was nearly to be flung over the cliff of pleasure, she could feel it boiling over inside of her, almost ready to explode. Sedrak’s fingers slowly slipped from inside of her, his tongue abandoned her swollen knob, and he rose to his knees.
She whimpered and lifted her hips, but Sedrak held her wrists and she could not lift herself close enough to him to satisfy herself.
