He lifts me by my waist, causing my legs to automatically wrap around his waist to keep myself from falling as he kissed me, his tongue unrelentingly overtaking my soul, invading my every senses. My hands, holding onto the back of his head, his soft, dark hair a gentle caress against my skin. I pull him closer in a vise-like grip as if I'm holding onto him for dear life.
He drops me back on the edge of the bed, towering over me, his gaze sending a trail of fire through my skin as he leans down, closer until we're face to face. I could feel his need throbbing between my legs. What is he waiting for?
"Are you sure about this? There's no going back," he rasped like he was out of breath.
I pulled him down without a word, catching his bottom lip between my teeth slowly and deliberately. Now he chose to be the hero?
"If you won't fuck me," I murmured, eyes locked on his dark ones, "then I'll find someone who will."
That broke him.
He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissed me again. His hands pushing the top of my nightgown down, baring my breast for him to hold, nip and suck.
I gasped at the sudden sensation, sweet, mind-bending pleasure spreading through my veins as I hold onto the back of his hair, as if I'm keeping him there. I can feel his grin against my nipple as he gave a rough tug, causing me to yelp before giving a gentle attention to the other.
I reach down over his pants, unbuttoning it and pushing it down. He steps away from it soon as it reaches the floor.
Both decency and rationality flew out my mind the moment I wrap my legs around his waist again, grinding over his shaft, feeling his need large and throbbing between my legs. I reach down over it again, just as he is busy leaving marks on my neck, all over to my chest, marking me like I belong to him.
"Please, please, Vesper..." I begged when he didn't make a move to claim me.
Instead, he had the audacity to pause his movements, grinning down at me.
"Patience, my love, I'm taking my time. It's been far too long since I've really enjoyed you."
Before I could ask him what he meant by that, he dropped between my knees and kissed me down there, softly at first that caused me to curse and moan at the same time. His tongue is invading all my senses, with the way he explored me, teasing me, sucking me, eating me out like I'm his last meal. Fuck.
He lifts my leg higher, letting it rest over his shoulders as he continued his teasing. I wanted nothing more than to push him deeper because I need more. It's not enough. I need more. More out of him, more out of everything. There is this insane hunger inside me that can't seem to be sated.
He must've sensed it too. I can sense his smile as he inserted a finger, then another and another, invading the most sacred part of me as I ride him. Letting him build up my pleasure with my head thrown back against the soft cushions , letting him reach its peak as all thoughts and rationality vanished, replaced by waves after waves of pleasure as I came down with a loud curse.
"And here we are just getting started..." he smirked, moving up to me.
Both his hands are caging my head as I met his smoldering gaze that sends a trail of fire over my skin. His lips are glistening from the wetness between my legs, the evidence of my pleasure as he leaned down at me and kissed me, letting me taste myself on him.
I could feel him lifting my hips up in the air, lining his cock to my entrance and my legs deliciously wrapped around his waist. The rational part of him should've pushed him away. This all happened too fast, too soon but I didn't even care anymore. I nearly died. I deserved this.
I pulled his shirt off, baring his upper body and all his scars down at me and run my fingers over it, the bumps and cuts that would've rivaled my own if the healers hadn't done a good job on me. But then again, these scars were a part of him and I can't stand it anymore, especially with the way he is looking down at me as if I'm the most beautiful, most precious thing he ever had.
The way his warm, naked skin feels against mine. The feel of his large, throbbing cock all lined up with its tip nudging against my entrance. All it takes is one soft push, but he's not making any moves to. It's as if he's waiting for my final permission.
So I lift my hips and pulled him in. A moan escaped my lips the moment I feel him inside me, stretching me as I clung onto his shoulders for dear life, relishing on the warm, satisfying feel of him.
He let out a groan that sounds like he's half in pain, half in pleasure.
"Iris..." he rasped, as he begin to move.
In, out, in, out...he was slow at first, gentle as if he is easing his large size into me. But I want more. I need more. This is not enough. Especially when I could feel the groans of his pleasure vibrating against my skin, sending shockwaves through my veins and down between my thighs.
The sound of our flesh slapping against each other grew louder, more fervent along with our moans and groans as he increased his pace. I can hear the wetness pooling between us growing louder with that sloshing sound, easing his way into and out of me.But it's still not enough.
Not for me, and certainly not for him as he lifted my hips higher and began to thrust harder. Deeper this time, so deep it caused my eyes to roll back and surrender my body to him. He can do whatever he wants, anything he wants to me and I'll let him. So long as he wouldn't stop fucking me harder, and rougher just like this. So long as this would never end.
I circled my hips, closing my eyes as I focused on gripping his cock harder with the walls of my pussy. He fought back by thrusting in me harder, so hard that I can hear the sound of wood of our bed hitting the wall with a loud thud.
Thud, thud, thud...
I can feel my pleasure reaching its peak before I came once more with a loud moan, my pussy walls pulsing around his large cock as he increased his pace. I didn't even think this was possible. Each pulses getting more intense as it echoes with the thuds against the walls.
I watched with half-lidded eyes, high on my pleasure when he held onto my ankles to the point I'm practically standing on my shoulder blades as he repeatedly slammed his length down at me in many, quick shuddering strokes. I let out a moan, then a scream, all along with the sound of our flesh slapping against each other filling in the air as he groaned.
He kept at it, lost in his own pleasure whilst building up that pressure between my legs again and again until I can't hold it anymore and came with a scream. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing then pumping all his seed inside me.
His head buried against my neck as he rode out his pleasure, taking deep breaths as his hips move slower, more languid before slowly easing out of me.
I feel the loss almost immediately. And that's when all thoughts rush into my head once more as he pushed himself into a stand, watching over me. His handiwork. I can still feel his cum dripping out of me, right between my legs. He must've sensed it too, because his gaze darkened when it dropped between my legs.
It was then that I push myself up onto my elbows just as panic rises up to my throat, feeling my heart sinking all the way down to my ribs. How could I fucking forget? Oh fuck!
"Relax, Iris," he said nonchalantly, as if what we did just now meant nothing, picking up his discarded shirt from the floor, "I've had the healers place a contraceptive spell on you while they're mending you. Just in case."
Rage boiled into me, replacing the earlier high. How dare he? How fucking dare he?
I move to stand, hand on the wooden post by the bed when my knees wobble as I watch him, wide-eyed, making his way towards what I assumed to be the bathroom.
I stalk right up to him, leaving a trail of blazing fire by my wake.
"You asshole!" I shouted, raising my hand.
He caught my wrist mid-air, his grip strong and unrelenting.
"What did I do this time?" he questioned, the edges of his lips twisting.
"You tricked me!"
"Pray tell, how did I do that?" he asked, pressing a shuddering kiss on my wrist, mimicking my earlier action.
Dread and guilt twisted low in my stomach as I tried to pull my hand away, but he only gripped it harder, unyielding, driving me back until my shoulders hit the wall with a dull thud.
"You practically begged me to fuck you, Iris," he murmured against my ear, hating how his voice could sense shivers down my spine, still, despite what he have done. "Was I wrong in being prepared for something we're absolutely not ready for?"
"It still doesn't give you the right to decide what to do with my body," I spat, the words sharp, trembling with fury.
"You forget again, my love," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "I'm your husband. I own you. You're mine."
"Let me go," I snarled, every word laced with venom.
His grip didn't loosen. Instead, I feel his hand other hand curling possessively around my other wrist, anchoring me in place. I don't know why I let him, but for some reason, I just can't seem to move. I didn't want to, despite how much I should.
"You're mine, Iris," he claimed, his voice low, almost a growl. "You've always been mine, and you're going to be mine no matter what you say or do."
My chest tightened at his words.
I wanted to scream, to push him away but by god, the fire that courses through my veins were hard to ignore. The way he gaze down at me with those dark, hungry and relentless eyes, I want nothing but to lose myself in them.
Slowly, deliberately, I feel him lowering his head until his lips brushed against my cheek, tracing a path that burned like a brand.
My breath hitched as I shut my eyes closed, body trembling while my insides warred between wanting to run and wanting him to fuck me senseless like he did just before.
His fingers slid from my wrist to grab my jaw, pulling me up to meet his eyes, steady and demanding. I watch him as his gaze darkened, his pupils dilating at the sight of me drenched in both fear and curiosity.
His lips part into a sly grin before capturing mine once more. Rough and urgent, as if he's tasting every ounce of my fears, my resistance and my surrender all at once. Taking as much as I can give before I had the sense to push him away.
I trembled beneath his kiss, invading all my senses once more. Torn between wanting to shove him away or pulling him closer. But instead of the former, my hands found his chest, steadying myself against the storm that he created within me.
Our worlds narrowed into that fierce kiss as he pulled me closer against him, the warmth between our bodies pressed against each other once more with my hands against his chest. It was then that he pulled back, his forehead resting against mine, breath ragged.
"I know you lied about your memory," he whispered against my lips like a silent confession between us. "You're my wife. I've known you, studied you more than you think, my lovely Iris, even all your little tells."
He grips my neck, cutting the air into my lungs, gently pressing me back against the wall, catching me by surprise.
Pressing his lips on the crook of my neck, he traces lovely, soft kisses all the way up to my jaw. The roughness of his grip on my neck, tightening to the point I black spots clouded my vision, coupled with the softness of his kisses...it made the pleasure within me shamelessly unbearable between my legs. I can feel nothing but him. I can think nothing but his touch.
"But I've decided to let you have your secrets, for now," he said, flipping me just so my back is pressed against his front. The soft fabric of his shirt against my back, as he spread my legs and pull me closer against him by my neck.
"As a taken of my love," he added, his lips pressing against my ear, placing a kiss there before brushing my hair away and place another kiss on my naked shoulder.
I can feel his hardness, large and prominent between my legs, nudging at my entrance. I let out a shameless moan as he pulled my hips closer, spreading my legs easily open with his knee. All while he kept his grip on my neck, while his hand drifted to my nipple, pinching and tugging them before he brutally pushes into me.
"Fuck!" I gasped at the sudden intrusion, still in disbelief at what's happening but it seems like my body's taking control. I let my body take control.
"You like that, don't you, wife?" he growled against my ear as he proceeded to fuck me even more relentlessly than ever before. It's like he's losing control. Claiming me, conquering my body. But I won't let him conquer my soul.
I shut my eyes, letting my head fall back against his shoulder, my body relishing on the pleasure, on the sensation that builds up faster, more intensely than ever before.
"You may have lost your memories," he rasped, thrusting in deep, completely buried inside me, causing me to moan, "but your body surely remembers me."
"Fuck you," I hissed at him.
"Gladly," he grinned, placing a chaste kiss on my shoulder before I feel his grip on my neck loosened, squeezing both my my breasts against him, twisting my nipples with his fingers as he thrusted in and out of me.
Again, and again, and again, taking his fill of me as I held onto the wall in front of me for dear life.