Chapter 19
“Iunderstand,” Elara breathed. Then, from the depths of her pleasure, a possessive feeling she did not like arose, and she glared at him as she pushed herself deeper into his grip.
“But you must understand that the same is required of you,” she demanded. Constantine’s breath hitched as his eyes widened slightly. “No other woman touches you while I am your wife. Do you understand, husband?”
To her surprise, a devilishly handsome smile spread across his face. He bit his bottom lip as his eyes slowly moved down her ruined dress, then back up to her eyes.
“I would not dream of it,” he replied, and before she could come back with another retort, he kissed her again.
Elara kissed him back fervently, tangling her fingers into his hair once again so she could hold him to her. Her body reveled in the closeness of his, and she moaned in approval as he sank his muscular form fully down over hers.
All too soon, though, Constantine gripped her wrists and pushed them into the bed, holding them just above her head as he ended the kiss on her lips and began to lavish attention on her neck.
“Oh, good heaven,” she whispered, her lashes fluttering shut as his lips brushed against her collarbone. She shuddered and moaned as he repeated the kiss, then nipped her playfully with his teeth.
Her mother had talked to her about the bare necessities of marriage consummation. The technicalities of what happened in order to produce a child, but Elara had not been prepared for this. She had not known how much pleasure could come from just these heated kisses.
“More?” Constantine asked, then slowly dragged the tip of his tongue along the valley of her breasts.
“Yes,” Elara breathed, arching into his heated mouth. “Please, yes.”
“Mm, so eager,” Constantine hummed, his hot breath blowing teasingly over her right nipple. The sound was followed by a thick, throaty chuckle that made her spasm again. “I like it when you beg me.”
“I did not... oh!”
Whatever chastisement Elara was about to deliver died in her throat as he drew her right nipple into his mouth and began to suckle.
Static shocks of pleasure surged like lightning through her spine as his tongue flicked rhythmically over the taut bundle of nerves, and she felt that small trickle of liquid between her thighs turn into a gush.
Elara grew dizzy and warm as Constantine took full control, taking his time to lavish attention on first her right breast, then the left. She had never known the body could feel such things!
“You are exquisite,” Constantine praised as he nuzzled her breasts, then lazily drew his tongue around her left nipple. “I cannot wait any longer to see how you taste between your thighs.”
A deep blush filled Elara’s cheeks as she heard Constantine’s words, and at once her eyes snapped open. She had never heard of such a thing!
“What?” she breathed, then tried to get up. “You cannot!”
Constantine’s grip tightened on her wrists as he made a gentle shushing sound, and a wicked grin formed on his lips.
“Do you like this?” he asked, keeping his eyes on her as he lowered his head and flicked his tongue over her turgid left nipple. Elara whimpered and writhed at the sensation.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“How much?” he asked, then moved leisurely to the other breast.
“Oh, so much,” she panted, arching her back toward him. “More than I should.”
“Then you will like what I do next even more,” Constantine promised, then raised his head to kiss her. It was brief and fierce, and when he pulled away, he looked positively consumed with need. “Let me show you.”
Elara whimpered, caught between want and fear. Then Constantine rocked his hips against hers, and as she felt the outline of his manhood grind against her mons, she breathed ‘yes’.
A raspy groan escaped Constantine’s lips as she gave her consent.
This time, as he kissed her, it was long and slow, each parting and reunion of their lips pulling her deeper into a heady, dizzying arousal.
After a moment, he released her wrists, and his kisses began to wander.
First from her lips to her chin, then from her jawline down to her throat.
Each touch of his warm lips sent another shiver of desire through Elara’s body as they moved lower, over her breasts, beneath them, as Constantine’s hands gathered her skirts and pushed them up to her hips.
“Legs on my shoulders, wife,” Constantine’s deep voice commanded as he placed them there for her. “I want you open and wide for me.”
Elara blushed deeply at his words, then even more so when she realized that he was actually looking at her sex. For a moment, fear overrode her pleasure, and she felt her body tense. Then she felt Constantine’s tongue slide over her dewy lips, and she melted back into the bed for him.
“That’s my good girl,” Constantine breathed, then swirled his tongue above her lips.
Elara gasped and bucked as his tongue slid over a sensitive spot she never knew she had.
“There it is,” Constantine groaned, and began to suckle that taut little bundle of nerves. “I was certain you would like this.”
Pleasure surged through Elara’s body, overtaking every nerve and tendon with each flick of Constantine’s tongue. Her breaths shifted from short and raspy to deep and slow as he pushed two fingers inside her. Her hands clenched, relaxed, then clenched again into his hair as she approached a peak.
“Oh... I feel like... Oh...”
Without meaning to, her thighs clamped down on Constantine’s shoulders as she felt his finger thrust between her flooded folds, and as her release took over her body, she moaned loudly and squeezed his neck with her thighs.
Constantine moaned as she came, and his hands came suddenly around her outer thighs, stopping her from releasing her legs from him, and he removed his finger only to bury his tongue deep inside her.
Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, drowning her in a sea of bliss until the strength left her limbs and she sank, weak and useless, back into the bed.
Even still, Constantine did not stop. His tongue continued stroking back and forth, slower now, as if he was trying to gather and swallow every drop of her release.
It was only when the spasms of oversensitivity abated, and her breath grew normal, that Constantine placed a tender kiss against her mons, and he lifted his head.
Elara whimpered as he slid his body back over her, reveling in the sight of his heated gaze and the evidence of her pleasure on his lips.
“Do you want to know what you taste like?” Constantine asked, sliding his palm up her thigh, over her waist, her breasts, until it could settle around her throat again.
It was a wicked question, but Elara could do nothing but weakly nod.
Yes. She wanted whatever he was willing to offer at that moment.
Satisfaction burned in Constantine’s eyes as she gave him her answer, and he slowly lowered his head until his glistening lips settled over hers.
Elara gasped as she tasted herself on his lips, finding the act positively devilish and satisfying all at the same time.
Boldly, she slid her tongue between his lips and tasted his tongue, earning her a deep groan from Constantine. She rather liked the way it tasted. At least when she took it from Constantine’s mouth.
“Now your turn,” she whispered when he pulled back.
For a moment, confusion clouded his dazed expression.
Feeling emboldened by their closeness, Elara slid her hand between them and cupped his manhood.
She shivered with pleasure when she felt him enlarged and pulsing through his breeches, and she smoothed her palm over his bulge.
Another deep groan tore from Constantine’s throat, and he dropped his forehead onto her shoulder.
“Elara.” Even with his deep voice, it sounded like a plea. She rather liked that, and she repeated the motion of her hand. “Stop, you do not have to do this.”
“Please do not treat me as if I am fragile. I have had enough of this in my life. Show me,” she whispered again, this time into his ear. She then kissed his lobe, earning her another shiver from his muscular form.
Silently, Constantine reached between them and unlaced his breeches. With the flick of his hips, the fabric fell away, allowing Elara to touch his bare cock. She shivered at the feel of him in her palm. Large, warm, hard, and pulsing, he was at her mercy.
“Grip me, but gently,” he instructed. “And stroke slowly.”
Elara did as she was told and was quickly rewarded with another heady groan from his lips.
“Elara... I... Please...” Constantine whispered.
A sinful smile spread across Elara’s lips, and she let out a throaty laugh as her touch grew bolder.
“Mm, I like it when you beg me,” she teased, using his own words.
Constantine let out a throaty chuckle, which quickly transformed into another groan as she applied just a little more pressure and moved her hand a little faster.
To her satisfaction, little droplets of dew began to bead at the tip of his cock, lubricating her hand.
She took it as a good sign and stroked him faster still.
“Slow down,” Constantine groaned, his hips beginning to move with her hand. “If you do not, I will...”
Constantine’s words were cut off as Elara slipped her hand down further and cupped his sac. As she gave it a squeeze, Constantine’s hips thrust forward, and she felt his manhood begin to spasm as his release shot over her wrist and forearm.
Immediately, she drew her hand upward, squeezing his manhood from root to tip. More of his release poured over her fingertips, and in that moment, she realized she had never felt more powerful.
Still panting, Constantine lifted his head, with confusion and pleasure clear in his eyes as he looked down at her.
Then, reminded of how he had tasted her, she realized she wanted to taste him too.
Keeping her gaze fixed on his, she raised her hand and slowly suckled her wet fingertips into her mouth one at a time.
Her lashes fluttered as she tasted him. He was saltier than she was, but she liked his release far more than her own on her tongue. She moved to draw her last release-covered finger into her mouth, but as she did so, Constantine snatched her hand.
Possessiveness flared in his eyes as he took control of her hand and made her draw her messy finger over her lips.
“Who do you belong to, wife?” he asked, a sharpness to his otherwise throaty tone.
Elara blushed, and when she tried to slide her tongue over her lips, he tsked his tongue, stopping her.
“Answer if you want to taste me,” he commanded, gruffer than before.
“You,” she whispered.
“Say it,” he gritted out.
She tilted her chin up, meeting his hooded gaze fully.
“I belong to you,” she replied.
Constantine released her hand, only to rub his own fingertips slowly over her lips. Then, with his release gathered on the tip of his finger, he slowly slid it into her mouth and dragged it along her tongue.
“That’s right,” he whispered as she moaned. “Do not forget it again.”