Lienna.
Before I could get the chance to ask what he meant by the next few days, his expression had changed, his lust and desire edging to the surface, his eyes becoming calculated. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I beheld that gaze, the intensity of it making my heart race. But I knew there was nothing I could do, no escape from the storm that was brewing.
“Turn around and get on all fours,” He ordered, his voice grave, the command sending a thrill through me. I swallowed, my body slightly trembling as I did as I was told, turning around and getting on my hands and knees. The bed creaked beneath me as I moved, the sound echoing through the room.
Burying my face into the bed, I tried to calm myself by taking several deep breaths, feeling him move closer to me, his scent and heat filling my nostrils. His presence was overwhelming, making my skin prickle with anticipation. I could feel his eyes on me, burning with desire, and I knew I was completely at his mercy.
The air was thick with tension as he loomed over me, his breathing heavy and labored. I could feel his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he positioned me to his liking. Strangely, my core began to pulse in anticipation, wetness gathering and dripping out of me, almost as if my body was preparing for him and his possible assault. I heard him take a deep inhale and growled, the sound having an animalistic edge to it.
“You smell so good Lienna.” He growled, his hands clenching and unclenching around my waist, his voice thick with desire. “So, fucking sweet. Like honeydew and vanilla. I want to taste you.” He growled, slipping a hand between my thighs to push me further apart, spreading me open to his intense gaze. I gasped when I felt him lower his body, his warm breath directly against my dripping core. A flush began from the tip of my head down right to my toes and I squirmed, helplessly trying to get away from him. What is he doing there?
Another growl escaped his lips and every muscle in my body coiled tight, my heart thundering in my chest. The next thing I felt was his tongue giving me a long assertive lick down there, his rough tongue brushing against the sensitive skin, sending pin points of pleasure up my spine, I arched my back. He did it again, this time probing my opening, more of my essence spilling to his tongue as he lapped it up greedily, drinking from me.
“Delicious… Utterly delicious.” He growled as he licked me again, teasing the swollen nub hidden away, exposing it with his tongue.
I stopped trying to hold back of moans, my hands squeezing the bedding tightly, my body shaking and trembling and pleasure rolled over me in heavy waves. His tongue continued to stroke and tease, rubbing the sensitive parts of my body and sending me to overdrive. I shivered, my body trembling in esctasy. Though I was embarrassed he would do something like this, it felt unbelievably good. So amazing, I couldn’t believe it.
He thrust his tongue into my pulsing heat and began to use it to stretch me out. I screamed, my body trembling as waves of pleasure continued to crash over me, every nerve ending coming alive with molten heat. I lost my mind, my body melting into a puddle, basking in the sensations he elicited from me. It was indescribable.
He continued to take me with his tongue and only when I was teetering on the edge of an orgasm did he pull away. I whined, a wave of frustration rolling through me and I pushed my back, trying to invite him back. I was already so close. He rose atop me, placing a hand under my belly and raising my hips higher and spreading me open.
I felt the familiar hardness of him poised at my entrance, and I let out a drawn-out moan at the sheer pleasure as he thrust home, burying all of him inside me at once.
Feeling him inside of me was unbelievably amazing. There was that usual discomfort, but it couldn’t hold a candle to the sheer pleasure coursing through my veins. I felt stuffed to the brim, completely and utterly filled. Caspian growled, His grip on me tightening. Withdrawing, he plunged in again.
“Yesssss,” I panted, my eyes widening as drool dribbled from my mouth. “More.” I gasped out. Just like the first time I had him, he felt different in me with his huge member and a differently shaped tip, but it was still so good. He began to thrust, his groans and grunts syncing with my moans and gasps.
In short, hard thrusts, King Caspian owned me in a way I’d never thought was possible. Delivering hard, brutal strokes, he claimed my body in the most savage way known to me at least. It was almost too much, every nerve-ending was alight with ecstatic bliss.
My core throbbed, pulsing and clenching around him, producing so much liquid, I began to hear the loud squelching sounds of skin of slapping skin, the bed creaking with the force of his thrusts. Unintelligible sounds tumbled out of my mouth, growing louder and higher and Caspian continued with his punishing strokes. It was so intense, I felt like I would pass out from it.
I grabbed the sheets, squeezing them tight, my knuckles turning white as I began to scream, my body bouncing up and down, my taut nipples rubbing against the silken sheets. Caspian moved, adjusting his body and angling his thrusts, hitting all the sensitive spots inside me before continuing with his crazy pace. Oh heavens, he’s going to wreck me. He was moving so fast it nearly impossible to keep up with him. Eventually, I gave up, surrendering myself to be used to his pleasure.
He plundered me into the bed, stabs after stabs of overwhelming bliss following every thrust. I soared through the skies, and swam in the deepest seas, my body twisting and jerking uncontrollably, pleasure and pain mixing to become one.
“Please, have mercy!” I began to cry out, unable to escape his ruthless strokes, as he drove into me like an animal. No matter how I tried to twist away, he held me down with his weight, leaving me with no choice but to accept what he gave. Caspian on the other hand seemed to be enjoying this a bit too much, as deep groans of pleasure escaped his lips, his grip on me punishing and refusing to let me go.
Every plunge of his cock seemed to brand me anew, as Caspian imprinted himself into my body. He angled his body yet again, raising my leg high in the air, his strokes driving deeper into me and hitting more sensitive spots. A soundless scream escaped my mouth, stars exploding in my vision.
“Feels so good… I can’t stop.” Caspian growled, continuing to pound into me, his breathing ragged. Even in my haze, I couldn’t feel sweat drops land on my back, rolling off my skin. My eyes filled with tears, my toes curled tight. This was heaven and hell all at once. Torturous bliss.
Just when I thought I couldn’t handle anymore, he stilled, exploding inside me, hot, plentiful bursts of his seeds against my pulsating walls, catapulting me into my orgasm. I shuddered violently, tremors racking through me. My vision went white, screams after screams escaping my mouth. Convulsions after convulsions racked my body, my mind and soul floating for a while. Despite the pain that was present during our copulation, his release had triggered one of the most explosive orgasms I’ve ever experienced.
He filled me till I was dripping, his cock pulsing inside me, drawing out my orgasm. Only when he emptied himself completely inside me did he still, his body relaxing as he collapsed on top of me, burying me into the bed and cutting off my breath. My body still jerked from the aftershocks, so hypersensitive that even the air brushing against me seemed too much. I could feel our release trickle down my thighs, but I was to filled to feel shame.
Caspian’s breathing was heavy and ragged, his chest heaving as he gazed down at me with a mix of satisfaction and lingering desire. More sweat dripped from his forehead to my cheeks, his weight beginning to suffocate me, but I didn’t care. I relished in it, feeling a strange sense of peace and safety wash over me.
Finally, he raised himself, settling to my side as he pulled me closer to himself, still buried inside me. I trembled, dragging air into my burning lungs, my body feeling like it had been ravaged by a storm. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as he buried his face in my hair, his breath warm against my scalp. I felt his body relax, his muscles releasing their tension as he let out a deep sigh. I sighed too, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
He was sated, for now.