Constantine chuckled and placed a kiss on her lips.
“Tomorrow we will work on being quiet,” he told her, leaning back to begin loosening her corset. “But tonight… tonight I want your screams of pleasure to be heard through all of Mayfair.”
Elara whimpered at his wicked words as a shiver of anticipation moved up her spine. They had explored other avenues of pleasure with one another those last few days, but no matter how high their passions had run, there had been a certain threshold they had never crossed.
Tonight, that was going to change.
Constantine quickly removed her corset and shift, his movements almost jerky as he took them off. But as she stood before him, naked and facing away, he caught his breath, and his fingertips gently traced over her shoulder blades and bare back in the sweetest way.
“I have missed you, Elara,” Constantine rasped, trailing his mesmerizing touch over the back of her arms, her backside, andthe back of her legs. She then gasped as she felt the softest kiss placed at the nape of her neck. “So very,very much.”
Not able to take being turned away from him anymore, Elara turned around and watched his pupils widen as he slowly drew his gaze from her face, down to her breasts, and finally to her hips. As always, when he looked at her, she felt a glimmer of pride that she affected him so greatly.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, wrapping his arm around her waist.
As they kissed, Constantine made no move to stop her as she drew her trembling fingertips to his cravat and loosened it. She dropped it to the floor and pushed his jacket away next, followed by his shirt, for which he only briefly stopped their kiss so he could pull it over his head.
“To the bed, my love,” Constantine then commanded, his tone gentle.
There were many times Elara enjoyed defying or questioning his demands, but at that moment, she simply walked on trembling legs to his large bed and dark blue velvet coverings, and lay among the matching pillows. By the time she settled, Constantine had removed his breeches and boots, and another tremor of need worked through her veins, settling into her nipples and sex, as she took in the handsome glory that was her husband.
She had never seen such perfection, and she eyed him up greedily as he came on confident steps to the bed and joined her, settling down beside her and pulling her with him.
“Tell me what you like the most,” he coaxed, trailing his kiss down her chin and over her jaw.
For a moment, her panic renewed. She knew he knew what she liked. In the times they had been together already, she had noted a particular rumbling in his chest when he knew he had found a particular spot that brought her even more pleasure.
“Let me hear your sweet voice, my love. I have so missed your voice,” he whispered against her ear, then drew her lobe between his lips to nip.
Elara shivered and moaned, more pleasure flooding through her veins.
“My neck,” she breathed timidly, pushing past the shyness, and she let out a low moan as his lips immediately went to a particular spot she loved.
Constantine’s bite was slow, sinking into her flesh in a way that no pain could form from his sharp teeth, and her body undulated beside him. She felt herself grow bolder.
“My breasts,” she whispered next, tugging at his hand until he shifted from his side to lie atop her. She seethed in a breath through her teeth, reveling in the feel of his warm weight atop her as his kisses trailed from the bitemark on her neck down to her aching breasts.
Her readiness began to bloom between her inner thighs as Constantine let out a desperate groan as he sank his mouth over her right breast and his hand came down to palm and massage her left. Elara’s lashes fluttered as she arched beneath him, loving the feel of his seduction, and in doing so, she felt his hardened length stir between their legs and tap at her sex, teasing her even more.
Perspiration pebbled over her sensitive skin as she told him to kiss her there next, and Constantine’s raspy moan of desireheightened her pleasure as his kisses traced a slow line of fire from her breasts, down her tapered waist, and to the apex of her thighs.
“Oh, Elara,” Constantine hoarsely whispered between his wicked licks, “You are already flooding for me.”
As he said so, she felt another wave of her desire rush from that throbbing place in her lower belly, slicking her insides and wetting her inner thighs even more so.
“We shall ruin the bed,” she whispered, blushing at the thought of the mess she was making on the sheets.
“Ruin it.” Constantine’s command was gruff and full of ache, and that, alongside the magic he was performing with his fingers and mouth, quickly had her pent-up release flooding from its sacred place; sending her body into a frenzy of pleasure and shivers for several minutes as Constantine whispered praises and placed the lightest kisses over her mons and inner thighs.
Elara let out heavy, panting breaths as she tried to recover from the force of her release, almost disappointed that it had come so quickly. But as her legs stopped trembling and her breathing evened out, Constantine’s grip on her outer thighs tightened again, and he buried his head between her legs once more.
This time, as she felt his needy tongue thrust between her soaked petals and into her core, Elara screamed at the sensation, still overly sensitive from her first release.
“Constantine!” she gasped, her grip on his hair tightening as she tried to pull him away.
“Louder,” he growled, and enforced his position by tightening his grip on her outer thighs, making it impossible to buck away.
Elara’s mind spiraled as her chest started to heave. Her hands moved from his hair to the bed, her nails digging into the sheets and tearing small holes in the fine fabric as her moans grew louder and her body began to tremble again.
