Chapter 39 #2
With one palm still gripping my ass, he rolled me onto my back and slid between my legs, grinding and rolling his hips and sucking a trail down my neck.
My breathing was choppy, and I struggled to push off his underwear while he was pressed against me so tightly. I whimpered, “Ladon. I want to feel you.”
“You will, princess. But I want to take my time with you.”
He skillfully shimmied my nightgown up and over my head, throwing it aside and returning his lips to the hollow of my neck. Taking his time, he meticulously moved his mouth down my body, sucking and biting and licking. His tongue flicked my nipple before he took it into his mouth and hummed.
Slamming my head against the pillow, I bit my lip and tried to hold back a cry of ecstasy. I couldn’t reach his cock, so I threaded my fingers in his hair instead. He hadn’t even made it past my belly button yet, and I was already struggling to maintain my sanity.
I tried to push his head farther south, but he chuckled against my sensitive skin.
“Patience, Emilie.”
What was patience? I was sure I’d heard the word before, but I couldn’t recall what it meant. I could only think of taste and touch and the pulsing between my legs.
“Please,” I said, hoping he would take pity on me and give my cunt the attention it deserved.
He ignored my request and continued making his way down my body, leaving a trail of kisses over my stomach and then my lower abdomen. He was so close to my pussy that I could feel his hot breath bringing every nerve in my body to life. I vibrated with a longing that only Ladon could satisfy.
But he avoided my clit, choosing to leave bite marks on my inner thigh instead. He had to see how soaking wet I was, ready for him to drive inside me and fill me with his cum. I clenched at the thought but whined when I had nothing to clamp down on.
Since he was stringing me along and turning me into a puddle of desperation, I tried to reach down and circle my clit myself. My fingers were almost to my sensitive bud when he snatched my wrist and pinned it to my side.
With a wicked smirk, he looked up from his merciless task. “I should punish you for that.”
I writhed beneath him. “Don’t.”
“Okay. This time I’ll be kind. Next time, I’ll leave you panting and squirming and won’t let you come until I say so.”
Wasn’t that what he was already doing? If I didn’t come soon, I would combust.
“Spread your legs for me, princess. I want to see that pretty pussy.”
My knees were already open, but I pushed them wider, letting him see every bit of me. It didn’t matter that I was exposed and vulnerable; my fears and discomfort were nonexistent with him.
Then his lips pressed against my clit, and he sucked, alternating between flicking his tongue over my bud and pulling my lips into his mouth. He swirled his tongue, eliciting a breathy moan from my throat.
When he slid a finger inside me, my back arched off the mattress.
A single finger was a tease, and he knew it.
I gripped the sheets until my knuckles turned white.
He continued to toy with me. How could he possibly have this much composure when I was a pitiful mess? My entire body began to tremble, and my eyes rolled back in my head.
By the time he added another finger, I was seconds from falling apart.
Ladon pushed inside me, caressing my inner walls. He gently moved his fingers in and out, pressing up at the same time and hitting a spot that made my vision tunnel. With a few more thrusts, I was pulsing around his fingers and shaking uncontrollably.
My thighs squeezed his head, and I was singularly focused on the unending euphoria zipping up my spine and the endless spasms between my legs.
When my tremors subsided, I let my legs fall to see Ladon licking his lips and sucking his fingers. My pussy clenched again at the sight.
He kneeled between my legs, and my eyes were drawn to the erection in his briefs. It was my turn to lick my lips; I wanted to taste his arousal and watch as he experienced the same amount of pleasure I just had.
I propped myself up on my elbows and stared at his cock rather obviously, biting my bottom lip. He didn’t miss a beat and jumped off the end of the bed, grabbing me by the ankle and pulling me down.
I squealed and wrapped my legs around his torso as he picked me up from the bed. “What are you doing?”
His hands gripped my thighs, and my arms circled his shoulders, pressing my breasts against his chest. I was slick with sweat, but I would never deny the chance to be close to him.
He carried me across the room and into his bathroom, setting me down on the edge of his giant bathtub. Reaching past me, he turned the knobs until warm water began to fill the basin.
“Get in the water,” he commanded.
“What about you?”
He tilted his head in disappointment. “It’s almost like you want to be punished.”
Heat covered my chest, and I spun around, dipping my toes into the water. Lowering into the tub, my muscles slowly relaxed. I hadn’t realized just how sore they were from all the fighting and traveling. I found a seat and laid my head back on the side of the tub.
Between the post-orgasm high and the comfort of the bath, I almost closed my eyes and fell asleep. But right before my lids shut, I saw Ladon reach for his briefs. My eyes popped back open.
Ladon chuckled as he pulled them down, keeping his eyes glued to mine the entire time. It was almost like he was daring me to look down and take in his cock. He was testing me to see if I could keep my eyes on his.
I did my best, but when I heard his underwear hit the floor, my eyes fell and my thighs clenched at the sight of him.
Hard and the perfect length with a vein that was easily visible on his pale skin.
He gripped his shaft and pumped himself a few times before he walked over to the tub and climbed inside.
Ladon sank until the water reached his shoulders, and his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me on top of him.
He leaned back against the tub’s edge, staring at me with his beautiful silver-blue eyes.
His hands came to rest on my thighs underneath the water, and I waited patiently for another command.
His eyes flicked down and back up at me in silent encouragement.
Water dripped from my hands as I ran them down his chest and back into the water, finding his cock hard and waiting for me.
His head rolled back and his eyes fluttered closed as I began to glide my hands over his length, alternating pressure and twisting at the same time. His chest inflated with each deep breath, and his mouth fell open.
“Ahh, fuck,” he moaned. He lifted his hands and dragged them down his face.
I loved knowing I could do this to him. That I could drive him to the edge and give him the utmost level of satisfaction.
I rubbed the head of his cock with my thumb and felt him twitch. His abs tightened, and I was overwhelmed by the magnificent sight. I wanted to memorize every inch of his god-like figure.
Leaning forward, I licked a drop of water from his chest and ran my tongue all the way up his neck. His mouth was already open for me, so I kissed him and twisted my tongue with his.
Pushing up on my knees, I guided his cock to my entrance and eased down on him, savoring every inch.
Once I was seated, I began to rock, his length gliding in and out of me as my walls squeezed around him.
My hands tangled in his hair, and my nipples brushed against him with each thrust, sending a tingling sensation up my spine.
Water sloshed against the side of the tub, some of it spilling over onto the marble floor. At some point, Ladon began to thrust up into me, driving into me from below. My body shuddered, and I was so close to coming again.
“Ladon,” I cried.
Without asking, he knew exactly what I needed. He reached between us and gently rubbed my clit. A few moments later, I was fluttering around him.
I moaned, my head falling forward to rest on his chest. Ladon drove into me a few more times, hard and with everything he had, and then he came too.
I clung to him like my life depended on it, focusing on the way his body expanded and deflated beneath me with each breath. My heart rate slowly returned to normal, matching his.
It took a while to come back to reality, but when I did, I twisted in Ladon’s arms so I could see him properly. To my surprise, he was already staring at me, drawing circles on my shoulder.
There was a feeling of anxiety that I hadn’t even realized was lingering until it dissolved completely under his gaze. I was completely at home with him. He had all my love and all my devotion, and I knew by the look in his eyes that he understood that.
Just in case he didn’t, I told him. “Ladon Castelli, you are my everything. Words cannot describe how much I love you, and I don’t think I could ever live without you.”
His eyes softened. “You won’t have to, princess. I’m not going anywhere.”
He looked as though he wanted to say something else but hesitated.
I caressed his neck and held his gaze. “What is it?”
For once, his cheeks turned pink, and that really piqued my curiosity.
“Ladon… tell me something honest.”
He huffed a laugh, knowing he couldn’t evade me. His face suddenly became very serious, and he ran his hands along my waist. “Honestly, I’m thinking about how you’ve changed me for the better. I can’t think of a single thing I want more in this life than you.”
He licked his lips and nervously looked up before his gaze settled on me once more.
“I’m thinking… I’m thinking this life is crazy.
How one of the worst things imaginable could lead to something so beautiful.
Life is unexpected and could end at any given moment, and all I can think about is how I want to spend the rest of my life, no matter how short or long, with you. Through all the ups and the downs.”
My heart skipped a beat, and I raised my eyebrows. “What are you saying?”
He shot me a crooked grin. “I’m saying that I fell in love with you in my darkest nights, but I want you for all my brightest days. Emilie Duval, I want you to be my wife.”
I clasped a hand over my mouth, completely speechless. I had to catch my breath before I could give him an answer. My hand moved over my heart, and I replied, “Yes. Gods, yes.”