Three o’clock in the morning and Solene was fast asleep. She was oblivious as to what was going on around her when Henri decided to leave the bed, still naked, and strode out of the room and into the balcony.
Once outside, dark shadows enveloped him and in a blink of an eye, he was garbed from head to foot with a black robe. His right hand spread mid-air and suddenly his great scythe materialized.
He grabbed it and then vanished on the spot, reappearing in the highest part of the manor’s roof in less than a second. Checking the surrounding area for any unusualities, he quickly noticed neon green orbs floating close to his newly built barrier. He gave them a scornful look and hissed between his teeth.
“These fucking Elementals just don’t know how to quit,” he muttered under his breath.
Unlike two days ago, lost spirits and demon-possessed humans now weren’t present. They sure received the message loud and clear that Solene was now his. But these shitty Elementals of the Earth seemed not to care—which for Henri wasn’t surprising at all. These creatures had their own set of rules and beliefs, and they certainly believed not of his status as the Lord of the Rantzen Clan.
“Maybe I’ll give them another message and a lesson or two not to mess with me,” he blurted out, snickering when he waved his scythe to their direction.
Numerous energy-charged crescent shapes appeared in front of him and with his command, they attacked the floating orbs at high speed.
The orbs reacted by dashing mid-air, changing random directions at the same breakneck speed in an attempt to dodge his attacks, but easily, the crescent shapes caught up with them, blowing them to bits leaving nothing but evaporating smoke.
Henri scrunched up his nose at the sight. There, mission accomplished, but he knew, this wasn’t the end. More Elementals would come soon and they would turn bigger and bolder….
“Good morning Solene,” Henri greeted the moment his wife’s eyes fluttered open. He was sitting directly in front of her, in a single-seater sofa that looked to be specifically made for him with black cushions and black-painted limbs. Wearing just loose pants and an open robe, he appeared as if he just came from a bath.
A small smile grew from her lips at this sweet greeting.
“Good morning Henri,” she replied, her eyes still adjusting to the natural light of the room. After that was successful, she pushed herself up and sat on the mattress whilst facing him. She didn’t care to cover her breasts at all and that pleased Henri immensely.
Under his scrutiny, he saw kiss marks around her nipples and all over her chest. This was the fruit of last night’s continuous lovemaking. His order was for her not to cover it and she was definitely diligent in keeping that promise—or at least only in private.
“You didn’t sleep?” she asked, cocking a brow.
“I did,” he lied and he meant it as a white lie.
She didn’t need to know he was out the entire night fighting off the orbs that wanted to kill her and she most certainly didn’t need to know he damn suffered a hard-on while doing it. If he had his way, he would have left those damn orbs alone since he was confident the barrier could hold them off. He wouldn’t have stopped making love to her and he wouldn’t have let her fall unconscious again.
“Right,” she twisted her lips and narrowed her eyes at him. “I just learned another trait about you.”
“Hm?” Henri leaned forward towards her and continued, “And what is that, my wife?”
“You are insatiable,” Solene simply pointed out.
“I am, especially when it comes to you,” he answered, the tone of his voice dropping low and sexy. He stood up and neared her in just two strides.
“Solene, are you ready for more?” he asked whilst tipping her chin up with his fingers.
Solene met his smoldering gaze head-on. She felt her nipples harden instantaneously and she felt her mouth dry up, aching to be showered with his moist lips.
“I am,” she replied. “But this time, I’ll be exploring you.”
His mouth tipped upward. “You are certainly becoming bold yourself, Solene.”
“I learn fast,” she answered. Her hands reached up to the bulge under his pants and started feeling it, caressing it like a divine statue.
Henri allowed her virgin hands to wander. He stole a harsh breath when she leaned closer and pressed her mouth against the covered tip.
“Fuck, Solene, why must you make me suffer like this,” he complained under his breath.
Solene tossed him a sharp look, grinned, and answered, “Patience is a virtue, Henri.”
He released a deep sigh and in the end, submitted himself to her foreplay.
She continued examining him, tracing his stiff cock and balls under the fabric. This duo had given her unimaginable pleasure last night and for that, her wild side wanted to give them a generous reward.
Her inexperienced mouth tried a dry approach first, sucking his cock with still his pants on, but that proved to break her patience instead. He smelled good and delicious. She wanted him raw now—all skin, muscle, and veins.
So, with one pull of the garter, his cock sprang free. It made a swift bow first and then saluted her with all its glory.
Solene in reaction gulped hard. She stared at it for a long time, mesmerized by the size and girth and the handsomeness of it until Henri cleared his throat.
“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to stare,” she shyly muttered.
“Oh, you can stare all you want, Solene,” he caressed her cheek lovingly, “but unfortunately, not now when I’m already aching so much to be inside you.”
Solene twisted her lips at his remark.
“I couldn’t help it, but I’ll try my best.”
She advanced by wrapping his erection with her palm. Her mouth moved closer, smelled his masculine scent first before admitting his cock inside. When the blunt tip contacted her tongue, Henri raised his head and clenched his jaw. The feeling was delightful, the same as when his cock contacted with the inner walls of her core.
Solene continued by sucking him out again and again. Her pumping rhythm was awkward at first but with Henri’s thoughtful guidance, she eventually got the perfect pace. She marveled at the reaction she was able to draw out of him. Clearly, he liked it judging from the uninhibited grunts he made.
Truth be told, she was enjoying herself too. She felt the lower half of her body tense and under the covers, she could feel her core dripping nonstop with arousal. Maybe days ago she couldn’t imagine herself doing such an act, but being married now and to a man who didn’t limit pouring her with raw attention, her perspectives changed.
This fact and the mysterious stirring deep within her gut supported her need to explore him… unravel him… pleasure him.
“So… lene,” Henri groaned, tossing his head down to look at her with a burning intensity. “Fuck… I’m close.”
She saw this as encouragement. Her mouth accommodated more of his size as she pumped deeper and faster, attacking his cock like there was no tomorrow.
After four more pumps, Henri’s thunderous groan filled the room just as his liquid gold shot straight inside her mouth. It was hot, it was sticky, but Solene didn’t retreat. She drank it all whilst relishing the nutty, creamy taste. This embodied his orgasm. This was all her doing and she was pleased with it.
In a half-mast, Henri pulled himself out, righted his pants into position, and in one swift motion, pushed her down the mattress.
“You certainly did a good job exploring me, Solene,” he stated, awarding her a dark gaze.
“I’m not yet done, Henri,” she answered with a grin.
“I know,” he replied. He claimed her mouth thereafter, giving her a deep soul-searching kiss. His hands moved down to cup her breasts but suddenly, Solene stopped him.
“Please, let me continue,” she requested.
Henri, with a sigh, allowed her. He brushed his robe back and sat against the headboard.
Solene climbed up to straddle him. Under her mercy, she scrutinized his form and when she was done, her hands spread to touch him. Of course, she had been in skin to skin contact with him since last night, but today, this moment, he gave her a chance to just dawdle.
She started with his slender neck, running her fingertips down his clavicle. Then, she continued with his chest and abdomen; the pectorals, the obliques, the grooves, and the V-dip going to his bulge.
Oh boy…
He was such a perfect specimen.
“You are handsome, Henri, and I think you know that already so I’m not going to feed your ego anymore,” she told him.
In response, he released a soft chuckle.
“Indeed, you’re right, Solene.” He leaned forward and made a small doodle around her wing tattoo. “I on the other hand think differently. I want to shower you with praises. I want to let you know just how beautiful and desirable you are.” His right hand climbed up her face and caressed it. “I won’t stop venerating you until you understand how much you mean to me.”
And just like that, he was instantly the one in control of their conversation. His confession just flew smoothly to her heart, taking it hostage, and yet she didn’t mind. However, she still needed to sort out what she truly felt towards him, so…
“Henri, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to answer that.” Her cheeks blushed furiously.
“Don’t worry. Take your time,” he answered, giving her an understanding smile. “For now, I just want you beside me and me inside you.”
He lowered his head and kissed her again. She reciprocated him without hesitation. They were like that for a while until they stopped for air.
“Here, let me help you, Solene,” he stated as he lowered the garter of his pants. His erection came free again, looking fresh and ready to serve.
Solene, all reasoning aside, hoisted herself up, guided his tip at her entrance, and impaled herself to the root.
A soft cry emerged from her mouth thereafter and this fused with Henri’s satisfied groan.
They held each other’s gazes; each immersed with burning desire.
Henri made the first move, thrusting upward inside her.
“Ah!” Solene gasped.
“Grind for me, Solene,” he ordered, his hands coming around her waist to steady her.
Fulfilling this, she started rocking her hips. It was at a slow pace first until the sensations felt so good, she wanted more. She rocked harder and faster.
“Yes, that’s it,” Henri grunted when the slapping of their sexes created a maelstrom of pleasure inside of him. “Fuck!”
“Hen… ri!” Solene breathily cried out. She whimpered and mewled and exchanged breaths with him.
“That’s it,” he whispered against her forehead. Drunk with her pussy, he thrust his hips up and impaled her deeper. “That’s. It!”
“Ahhhh!” Her inner walls clenched around his size as she climaxed hard.
Henri followed her and exploded his cum inside, ensuring that no drop was wasted. Growling, he grabbed her nape, pushed her towards him and crashed his mouth on hers. The act itself was so aggressive and so passionate it put French kissing to shame.
Seconds turned to minutes and during this time, silence filled the room until…
“Damn…” she whispered against his chin when slowly they withdrew.
Henri’s chest rumbled. “Hm? Damn what?” His brow rose.
“Damn, I want more,” she answered before disengaging herself from him, “but I’m hungry.”
Instantly, the saccharine sound of his laughter filled the air. “Let’s get you fed then.” He slipped out of bed, fixed his robe and pants, and extended a hand towards her. “Next time, I’ll make sure you are full before you eat me.”