19. CHAPTER 19
“One rose petal for every hour we’ve known each other,” Garren whispers into my ear.
There are countless petals around me. I’m in the sea of red, in the middle of the passion that’s represented by each crimson piece.
Garren leans in to kiss me, his face lit up by a gentle flicker of candlelight. His lips are warm and soft, igniting the fire in me, and setting ablaze the passion between us.
It’s not like this will be our first time making love. Not when we’ve had some pretty wild sex in the past, but tonight is special. Tonight, we’ll share our real passion, and consummate our love as a husband and wife.
The Ty Warner Penthouse at the Four Seasons Hotel is undoubtedly the most luxurious place I’ve ever been to. It even has a piano for us to serenade each other, even though I’m pretty sure neither one of us can sing to save our lives. The private spa is a hit with me, but that comes later.
I’m going to do my best to ignore the breathtaking view and give all the well-deserved attention to my husband, my king, and my fated mate, who has gone through a lot of trouble to prepare over two thousand rose petals around the room and at least around a dozen lavender-scented candles. We are ready to spend a wonderful night alone with the possibility of extending it a couple of days if our duties allow us to do so. The room and its atmosphere really help set up the mood.
“Some champagne for my beautiful wife?” Garren asks, holding up a bottle of a very expensive Dom Perignon.
“Maybe just one,” I say, not being too big of a fan of alcohol that isn’t beer.
Nothing to be ashamed of, my wolf assures me. We are who we are, and we like what we like.
“I’m actually pleasantly surprised that you agreed to it,” Garren tells me as he fills up the glass. I cock my brow in question, and he chuckles. “I haven’t seen you drink on many occasions, but whenever I did, you always had a beer in your hand. Not even a glass of wine. Only beer.”
“Maybe I didn’t have anything worth celebrating yet,” I say with a playful smile and take the offered glass. We gently clink them together. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life. It’s as if I’ve been holding my breath, and only now, I’m finally able to let go and relax.”
“You and me both, my darling wife,” Garren agrees, using every opportunity to address me by my new legal status.
“I have to take a shower, and get all these heavy clothes off me,” I say with a shake of my head. “I feel like a stuffed pig.”
“A delicious stuffed pig,” Garren supplies unhelpfully. “I’m looking forward to confirming just how good you taste.”
“Do you want to join me?” I ask, suppressing the urge to roll my eyes at his ridiculous comment.
“You go ahead,” he tells me and waves his phone in the air. “I’ll make some calls to confirm that our world won’t fall apart while we’re too busy rolling around in bed.”
He helps unzip my dress, and then I lean forward to kiss his cheek and hand him my now half-empty glass of champagne. He gives me a small smile when he catches my eye moments before I close the bathroom door.
Considering that we’re at the best penthouse New York has to offer, the bathroom can’t even compare itself to the one at the Grey Manor. It’s an oversized master bathroom clad in rare Chinese Onyx, with double sinks, a deep soaking tub, a separate glass-enclosed shower, and even a TV. While the tub and the shower stall are still large, they’re also visibly smaller compared to the ones I’ve gotten used to in a very short amount of time.
The shampoo and hair conditioner are both of some expensive brands, but I don’t bother to check the scent. I just want to wash off the day and begin the night with my husband.
Be careful, my wolf warns me when I impatiently tug at the dress. Take a breath!
I do as she says and even close my eyes to refill my patience levels. It doesn’t help much, but at least I’m able to take my wedding dress off me without ruining it. I even give it enough thought to hang it somewhere where it will keep dry while I’m in the shower.
The hot water comes immediately, and I let out a little moan, reveling the release of the tension in my muscles. I make sure to thoroughly wash my skin even though it’s only an excuse to further extend my shower time. I’m looking forward to being with Garren, but I’m also enjoying the hot stream of water.
When there’s nothing left for me to scrub or shampoo, I have no other choice but to finish it off. I step out of the shower stall and only slightly dry my body. I’m going to leave my hair dripping with water to give Garren something else to play with.
I return to the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around me. Garren’s back is turned toward me, his eyes locked on the views of Uptown Manhattan. His keen wolf hearing senses my arrival, and he exchanges one view for another.
“Wow,” he breathes, his expression one of pure awe. “The marriage suits you. You’re gorgeous.”
“Stop sucking up,” I say with a playful smile as we slowly close the distance. “You know you’ll be getting a lot of sex tonight anyway.”
“I was just looking for a confirmation,” Garren replies with an innocent grin.
We laugh and hug, making the embrace extra tight and sensual at the same time. When we break apart, Garren pulls me in for a kiss. Our lips finally wrap around each other as I melt into his strong arms once again.
Marriage isn’t as important as our soulmate bond. It will make a difference in the way I’ll be treated in the higher circles, but it doesn’t change the way Garren and I love each other, which is unconditionally and eternally.
The kiss starts out slow and gentle. Garren’s hands massage my lower back as he holds me close to him. His mouth tastes amazing, his kisses alone drive me wild, making me want him even more. I lift my arms around his neck and pull him even closer to me, our bodies pressing firmly together.
Garren’s still wearing his royal uniform that’s now getting wet from my dripping body. The towel on me is getting loose as we keep moving our bodies around each other, even the slightest movement tugging at it. When it’s about to fall, he grabs the two ends and tucks them back in between my breasts. He’s in no rush to unwrap the present, and neither am I.
“How about we get into a more comfortable position?” he asks, his lips smiling against mine.
I nod and let him lead us over to the king-size bed. Garren helps me lie down before he lays down on his side next to me. We kiss once more, putting more wood to the fire burning between us. He runs his fingers through my dripping wet hair, and then rests them on my cheek, trailing a path down my jaw to my chin. He breaks the kiss by licking my lips.
“Wait a second,” he murmurs against my lips before pushing himself off the bed. He opens the drawer on the nightstand and pulls out a blindfold. “I have a little surprise for you. Wait here while I go get it.”
With the blindfold on, I grin. My whole body comes awake, my thoughts running in every possible direction as I try to figure out what could the surprise be. The truth is that Garren’s too unpredictable for me to even know what kind of a guess to make. Deciding to fully give in to him and his plans, I adjust my towel and lay on my back.
This is so exciting!my wolf exclaims, sounding just as enthusiastic about the night ahead as I am.
“I’m going to take the towel off,” Garren says when he returns, and I nod.
His hand touches the edges of the towel that are gathered up between my breasts. His fingers wrap around them, and he gently tugs until the towel comes loose. My nipples harden immediately when the cool air hits my bare breasts. Garren takes a sharp breath.
“You look so good,” he says through gritted teeth, his voice full of raw lust and desire. “I can’t wait to eat you up.”
I make a small moaning sound. My pussy’s already wet, excited, and prepared for whatever’s to come. Garren moves onto the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight.
“Don’t move,” he orders. “This might be a bit cold.”
Garren pours something onto my body, and it is indeed quite cold if not quite freezing. I can’t imagine what it could be, but Garren keeps pouring it onto me. He delicately pours it onto my stomach, my breasts, my face, my legs, and then keeps going until he leaves a small trail all over my body.
It’s chocolate, my wolf says when the scent of the liquid finally reaches our nostrils. It must be a syrup of some kind.
I bite my lower lip to suppress a moan when I imagine his tongue all over me, licking all of the syrup up. Garren leans over and sets the syrup bottle on the nightstand. He’s straddling me, with both legs on either side of me. His hand moves down onto my face, gathering some chocolate onto his finger and he makes sure that I hear him licking it off his finger. Not that he’d need to make so much noise because I would’ve heard him anyway, but the fact that he is smacking his lips together, makes my mental picture all the hotter.
When Garren lowers his hand again, he touches my breast just above my nipple. This time, he brings his syrup-covered finger up to my mouth and lets me have a taste of it. I make a small sound deep in my throat, loving the sexy mental image of this whole scene.
He leans over me and kisses my lips. This time, he doesn’t use his finger to gather up the syrup, but instead trails his tongue on my cheeks, licking up the sticky chocolate. He teasingly moves down further to my shoulders and then gives special attention to my chest to make sure it’s squeaky clean. When he’s done, he continues lower onto my stomach.
Garren’s tongue devours my body, licking up all of the chocolate syrup he can get. My body’s already beginning to respond to his wonderful teasing. My anticipation is well built up by now, and my pussy is threatening to erupt without even being touched.
“You’re so delicious,” he whispers, his hot breath tickling my skin. “I’m inclined to put some strawberry on you.”
Garren moves even lower and begins licking my thighs. I spread my legs for him as wide as I can, wanting him to see just how wet I am for him.
“Don’t make me wait any longer,” I plead with a low growl.
“Patience, my beautiful wife,” Garren tells me, and I can almost hear the smile on his face. “The night is still young, and I’m in no hurry.”
“I need you to fuck me,” I say, aiming to make it sound like an order, but fail miserably as he trails his tongue along my inner thigh again.
I become silent as he gently works his way up to my pussy. His hot breath tickles my lower lips, and I swallow hard when he roams close to my exposed clit, but he never touches it.
“Looks like I missed a spot,” he says as if he’s talking to himself. My body reacts before my brain processes the jolt of pleasure that he fills me with when he flicks his tongue on my clit once. It’s too fast for me to properly enjoy it, but I know for sure that he didn’t put any chocolate there.
It’s very hard for me not to move my hands toward my breasts and pussy as he’s torturing me. I have to fight with everything in me to stay still and not bring myself the satisfaction and the release that I’m aching for. My pussy is dripping wet, my juices leaking down my inner thighs. I need Garren so badly to finally touch me there.
Just as I start to feel that I can’t take it anymore, he shifts and moves back to my breasts. This time, he does touch me. He takes his hands and spreads the chocolate all over my breasts, paying extra attention to my erect nipples. He lowers himself and flicks his tongue over the tip of my nipple, teasing and playing with it as I continue to suffer.
“Fuck,” I moan as the tension in me builds up so much that I’d voluntarily throw myself off the cliff to get the release.
I grasp Garren’s black hair in my hand, holding tight as the ecstasy drives me wild. He lifts his hand and gently pinches my nipple on my other breast while he slowly bites down on the one that he’s already licking. I have to bite my lower lip as the waves of pleasure shoot through me.
Garren continues what he’s doing, lost in his own world as he happily licks up the chocolate, and switches sides every couple of seconds. It seems to take him hours to get the rest of the syrup off of me before he finally gives his attention to my nipples again. He didn’t even touch my pussy yet, and I’m already on the verge of climaxing. I want him so badly. I need him with a desperation I never needed anyone before. Ever.
Taking his sweet time, he bites my nipple as he pinches the other one at the same time. My back arches upward and toward his head and hand. My body is telling him what he’s doing to me, showing him the amount of pleasure that he’s giving me.
I let out a loud moan as he continues to sweetly torture me. This time, when he switches sides with his warm tongue, he finally moves his hand down toward my pussy. Garren shifts and closes the distance between our mouths, pressing his lips against mine as his finger plays with my clit for a bit before he positions two fingers against my opening.
I’m so aroused at that point that I don’t need much to finish. The slight pressure that he makes with his two fingers is enough to bring me the proverbial bliss, sending waves of pleasure through me like bolts of powerful electricity. Every single muscle in my body tenses up, and I begin to quiver. I can only imagine the corners of Garren’s mouth lifting into a triumphant grin, and he keeps pushing his fingers deeper into me, and then curling them to massage my most sensitive spots.
My pussy is still contracting around him and begging for attention when he decides that he has enough foreplay. He breaks the kiss and pulls his fingers out. I make a small sound in protest, but he doesn’t budge. I even lift my hands up to find his shoulders, pulling him close to me, but he only comes for a kiss before retreating again.
“You little shit,” I say but I can’t suppress a playful grin. “My turn.”
“Show me what you got,” he challenges and helps me untie the blindfold.
I’m still a little shaky from my explosive orgasm, so it takes me a couple of seconds to gather my bearings. Because of the blindfold, the gentle candlelight seems very bright to my eyes. I blink a couple of times to get adjusted to the new lighting. When I’m confident that I’m in control, I turn my focus to Garren who has no idea just how much I’ll make him pay for his little torments.
Garren’s beautiful dark eyes lock onto mine, his shining with love and desire. Despite his face having a ring of light around it, he still manages to look like a shadow incarnate.
The Shadow King,my wolf agrees, giving a name to what we’re seeing.
He’s so damn handsome, and he’s all mine. Just looking at him takes my breath away. I give him a small smile before leaning up to kiss him.
“Stand up,” I tell him in between kisses. “You’re wearing way too many clothes for my liking, and they’re all covered with chocolate syrup.”
“Just a moment,” he replies as he climbs off the bed, leaving me staring after him with a silent question in my eyes.
It’s only when he returns with a washcloth that I realize he wants to clean me up first. I spread my legs as wide as I can, giving him plenty of space to reach me.
I’m still quite sensitive after that first orgasm of the night and every motion of the cloth makes me shiver with pleasure. His eyes pause on my pussy for a moment too long, making it clear how hard it is for him not to touch me again. Especially now that my legs are so voluntarily spread open for his touch. When he’s done at last, he takes the cloth back to the bathroom before returning to stand in front of the bed.
I pull myself up on my knees to give him a quick kiss before my fingers start to unbutton his now dirty shirt. I take my time with each button, pretending to have trouble with every one of them. He’s been torturing me with his slowness, and now, it’s my turn to repay the favor.
Whenever I undo a new button, I spread his shirt open and kiss his chest until I’m trailing a path all the way down his stomach. When his shirt is undone, I pull it out of his pants and reach up to his shoulders to pull his sleeves off of his arms. Fortunately, he already removed his jacket with all the medals while I was taking a shower, so when I tossed the shirt onto the floor, it landed quietly.
With Garren’s chest now exposed, I move on and undo his belt, followed by the button on his pants. I hold eye contact with him as I slowly pull his belt off and undo his pants. They both join his shirt on the floor. He really made sure that the servants will have something to clean.
Now that he’s standing in front of me in nothing but his boxers, I take a good look at the impressive bulge that he’s sporting in there. I pretend to accidentally brush my fingertips over his cock when my hands make their way to the hem of the boxers. I gently tug them off and release his cock from the confines of the expensive black fabric. Garren steps out of them and stands in front of me just as naked and exposed as I am.
“Get on the bed and make yourself comfortable,” I order, my eyes drinking in his toned abdomen.
Garren smiles at me and crawls onto the bed. His thick erection is sticking up from his body as he situates himself on top of the silky sheets. An idea occurs to me, and I grab a fistful of rose petals before moving to the end of the bed.
He watches me so intently that it seems like he doesn’t even blink. A ghost of a smile plays on my lips as our gazes meet, forming a passionate connection. With one rose petal between my thumb and my index finger, I gently brush it on the tip of cock. The touch is so light that his receptors don’t process it just yet. I move the petal up and down the sides of his length.
His mouth is half open and his eyes follow the movement of my fingers. Though he holds his breath, I’m not sure whether he can really feel it or he’s simply imagining the touch. Despite all that, every time I brush the petal against the tip of his hard cock, he sharply inhales.
He leans back and closes his eyes, his head resting on the pillow. The goosebumps that spread all over his body are confirmation enough that he’s enjoying the soft touches that the rose petals inflict on his sensitive cock.
Garren is so immersed in his intense pleasure that he doesn’t even notice that I changed the rose petal for my tongue. Leaning forward, I’m brushing my tongue against the impressive length of his hard shaft. The touch is so light that he’s probably thinking it’s the petal.
I apply a bit more pressure with my tongue as I lick his cock which finally makes him notice. He abruptly opens his eyes and looks at me as if to confirm. I give him a playful smile, and though I want him to enjoy the depths of my throat, I don’t want to bring him the ultimate pleasure just yet. First, he’ll have to reap what he sowed.
With sweet vengeance in mind, I lift my body up after one last flick of my tongue and move up to him to give him a kiss. Our lips meet in a soft but loving touch that further builds up as our passion burns brighter. We meet halfway with me half pulling him, and he half pushing me into a position where I’m suddenly on my back, and he’s on top of me. His cock rubs against my stomach, coaxing out a pleading moan.
“My King. My fated mate. My husband,” I breathe before giving him an order. “Make love to me.”
Garren gives me a glowing smile moments before he presses his lips against mine again. His hand moves down towards my pussy. My legs are already spread wide and waiting for him. He slowly inserts his finger into my pussy, sliding it deeper, inch by inch, until it’s all the way inside. He slowly pulls it out, stretching the moment into forever, but then, he doesn’t hesitate before pushing it back in, holding it there for another long moment, and then repeating the torturous process.
His slow and steady rhythm pulls me into a trance. I anticipate each movement, which only makes my arousal grow. He never picks up his pace. Not even when we stop kissing. Instead, he simply pulls his finger out of me and inserts two of them. The pair generously stretches my tight opening, preparing my wet and hot pussy to welcome his thick and hard erection.
Garren begins with an even slower rhythm than the first, but fortunately, he soon picks up the pace. His fingers, ever so slowly, explore my most intimate depths, and the whole time, he never takes his eyes off me, locking me into a passionate stare. Every so often, he curls his fingers and brushes them against my most sensitive spot, coaxing a soft moan out of me. At last, he pulls his fingers out of my pussy, brings them up to his lips, and seductively licks up my juices.
Garren adjusts his body until the tip of his cock lines up with the opening between my lower lips. He gently pushes his hips forward, encouraging the soft head of his hard cock to stretch my opening. I moan as he keeps the pressure on his hips, pushing forward until his cock enters deeper into my pussy.
His hands are on my shoulders, but not to hold me down or keep him up. They’re simply resting there just as mine are on his. We’re sharing this experience, trying to fully enjoy it as our first married lovemaking that will undoubtedly turn into fucking. At least we can hold our wild wolves at bay for a little while.
Once his cock is all the way inside me, Garren leans down to kiss me again. While we’re not strangers to sharing kisses, we’ve never exchanged so many during sex. It definitely enhances our experience in a different way.
Garren breaks the kiss and pulls his cock out of me all the way to the tip before inserting himself again. We develop another slow and steady rhythm, both of us enjoying our little shared torture. It’s as if we’re silently challenging each other to see who’ll give in first and demand pleasure.
Each time that he thrusts his hips forward and pushes his cock all the way inside me, he leans down and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. I gradually start to move my hips with his, giving him a taste of his own game. As I meet his steady strokes halfway, Garren thrusts his hips harder as if to assert some kind of dominance. It seems like his cock slips deeper with every thrust, touching all the right spots with every push. Soon enough, my second orgasm begins to build up, but the rhythm we’re on right now isn’t enough to bring me my much-desired release.
“Faster,” I beg, not caring that I gave in first. He can win all our challenges as long as he makes me climax at the end of the journey. Bonus points if he does it twice.
Garren growls, the sound guttural and raw. He speeds up, increasing the friction that I need. His cock brushes against my G-spot every time it enters my pussy. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, trying to get as much of him inside me as I can, willing him to bury himself deeper and harder. My nails dig into his shoulders, the pleasure driving me wild. My orgasm is coming close to the surface, ready to push me into the release.
Garren’s facial expression warns me that he’s nearing his end as well. I’m mere seconds away from finishing when Garren suddenly comes to a stop. He waits for a little bit as if showing me who’s in charge. I move my hands to his ass and sink my now-extended claws into his ass cheeks. Garren growls, and begins moving again, picking up the pace and gaining even more speed.
When I pull my claws out of his now bleeding ass, he pulls his cock out of my dripping pussy. Before I can protest, he lifts my ankles up to his shoulders and plunges his cock back into my pussy again with one powerful thrust, burying himself in, balls deep. He leans so far forward that my toes nearly touch the top of the pillow that my head’s on.
I take a deep breath, holding onto my orgasm to extend the pleasure he’s giving me in this exact position. Garren moves in and out, faster and harder. The lovemaking is now a hardcore fucking that we both love and enjoy.
My mouth is wide open in a silent scream. My eyes are clenched shut, and breathing is almost impossible. The pleasure he’s giving me is the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced. If I hadn’t married this man today, I would definitely chain him to me tomorrow.
Garren pushes himself into me three more times, coaxing out my most powerful orgasm to this day yet. Electric jolts surge through my body as every single muscle in my now-spent body clenches so tightly that I’m afraid they’ll break. My pussy grasps his cock in a tight and loving embrace, urging him to join me in taking the leap with me. It must be my longest orgasm yet, bringing me to the edge of unconsciousness.
My whole body is trembling for a long while, longer even after he’s not inside my pussy anymore. I don’t even remember him finishing, which only shows just how powerful my own orgasm has been.
With his every touch and caress, he sends a whole new wave through me. When I finally find my breath, Garren’s already lying next to me and gently stroking my face with his fingers. He looks pretty smug and proud of himself.
“I love you,” I breathe, telling him the truest thing that I can.
“I love you, too,” he replies, then kisses my forehead before pulling me into his arms to give us a moment to recover. The night is still young after all, and neither one of us wants to finish it too early. Not when we’re only now embarking on our shared journey as a husband and wife.