48. CHAPTER 45 #4
“Your Majesty is already so worked up for me,” he murmured, the smug affection in his voice somehow making it worse.
His thumb circled that sensitive point of me in slow, ruthless patterns, and when he slid two fingers inside, curling them up into that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes, my head dropped back on a broken gasp.
I gasped, my legs falling open to give him more room, and my hips rocking helplessly into his hand.
He lowered his head again, claiming my breast with his mouth, as his teeth grazed gently before he soothed the sting with his tongue while he finger-fucked me relentlessly.
The pressure built fast, and my walls kept fluttering around his digits.
Pleasure knotted so tightly in my core, I could barely see clearly.
“Orion…please”
His name tore from my lips as the tension broke. I came with a fierce cry, my muscles clenching around his fingers, and the world dissolving into white noise.
He eased me through it, his fingers slowing but never fully retreating, as his mouth stayed worshipping my skin. Only when my body sagged back against the cushions did he withdraw his hand. The loss making me whimper.
“Ready for me, love?” he asked, his eyes locked on mine as he notched his still-hard cock at my entrance.
“Yes,” I responded, the word barely making it out
He pushed into me in one slow, claiming stroke, drawing a broken sound from both of us.
“Fuck Lea…your pussy is so fucking perfect, “ he growled, resting his forehead on mine as we shared the same heaving breath.
We moved together on the couch, his hips snapping against mine, raw and urgent.
His grip tightening around my wrists as he pinned them above my head, and pounded into me harder, deeper.
“That’s it…take my cock, moan louder for me…let me hear how much you like being fucked like this,” he grunted. His grunts mixed with my loud moans, while his cock dragged over every sensitive inch that made me shiver. Every sound leaving me, tumbling out unchecked.
But he wasn’t finished with me on the couch.
When my legs started to tremble again, he pulled out with a low curse and scooped me up, my dress still bunched around my waist. I locked my legs around his waist, his cock nudging my entrance with every step he took down the hallway, my slickness coating his shaft as it stroked along me.
It was torture in motion. Delicious, maddening torture.
He shouldered the bedroom door open, Once we got into the room, he laid me down gently, as if I were something precious.
His gaze roamed over me, darkly, as he stripped off the remnants of his shirt and trousers, kicking them aside.
I watched, my breath hitching at the sight of him—broad shoulders, defined muscles flexing with every move, his cock still hard and glistening from my mouth and my release.
“Léa… fuck,” his voice thick with awe as he crawled over me, caging me in with his arms. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful, spread out for my eyes only. My perfect wife.”
His hands glided up my sides, stopping right below my breasts before he peeled the bunched dress and panties fully off, leaving me bare.
He paused just to really look at me. The hunger there should’ve terrified me, but it didn’t. It made me feel seen, wanted… claimed.
His mouth found mine again in a fierce kiss, tongue delving deep as if he could taste himself on me and savor it. I arched into him, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down my jaw, nipping at my pulse point.
“You’re everything, you know that—” he whispered into my throat.
“Brave. Stubborn. Strong. And this body—” He let out a strained laugh.
“—this body… fuck, it was made for me. Every curve. Every shiver. All mine to worship.”
He moved lower, sucking gently at the swell of my breast, his tongue flicking over the peaked nipple until my back arched off the mattress. A needy sound tore out of me, and he chuckled, the rumble sinking straight into my bones.
“My sweet wife,” he coaxed. “Let me hear you. Let me show you exactly how much you’re worth when you come undone for me.”
He settled between my thighs, nudging them farther apart with his knees.
“Wider Maia.”
I did as he asked, barely breathing.
His fingers traced my inner thigh, teasing the slick mess between my legs before he gripped his cock, rubbing the head through my folds in slow, tormenting strokes, his eyes never leaving my face.
“Tell me Léa,” he said, his tone roughening. “Does this all belong to me? Every inch?”
That possessive glint in his gaze made my core clench.
“Yes,” I gasped, the word ripping free before doubt could intervene. “All of me… only for you.”
“Good girl.” The praise rolled over me like a blessing.
He pushed into me stretching me around his thickness again. I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging in, a whimper breaking free as that familiar, overwhelming fullness took over, and my walls fluttered to accommodate him.
He groaned. “You’re still so tight…like I wasn’t just buried deep inside you” he voice strained with hunger. “So…fucking…perfect. Fuuuuck.”
He bottomed out, both of us breathing hard. The look he gave me nearly unraveled what little composure I had left.
His thrusts were deliberate long, slow rolls that ground him into a sensitive point inside me, his pelvis brushing my clit with every stroke. Sparks shot up my spine, each pass of his body over mine winding the coil in my belly tighter.
“Feel that love?” he whispered, nipping my earlobe before sucking the tender skin there. “How you squeeze me? You’re fucking pulling me home.”
I clawed at his back, digging my nails in as his praises fueled the fire.
My fingers fisted the sheets. “Orion… harder,” I panted.
His hips slammed forward, his pace quickening, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. The headboard knocked against the wall in a rhythm that matched the frantic pounding of my heart.
“That’s my girl,” he growled, one hand sliding under my ass to angle me deeper, hitting that spot inside that made stars explode. “Taking my cock so well, saying my name how I love it. You’re fucking unreal, Léa. Wet, and trembling just for me.”
I moaned louder with every deep thrust. Orion always knew exactly what my body needed, and he gave it without ever holding back. He thrusts again—harder—and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“Come on, Maia, let go. Show me how good I make you feel.”
The words pushed me closer, faster. Heat climbed and climbed until it was all I could feel—his body, his voice, the unrelenting drag and push inside me. His free hand found my breast again, thumb and forefinger pinching my nipple just right, and that was all it took.
I shattered. My pussy clenched hard around him in waves, milking his length as pleasure ripped through me, detonating through every nerve. A broken scream of his name tore from my throat as my body arched off the bed into his, lost in the intensity of my orgasm.
“Yes, that’s it,” he groaned, thrusts turning rougher, more erratic as my climax dragged him with me. “Fuck, just like that. So perfect. And mine. I could fuck you forever and never get enough.”
He buried himself to the hilt and shuddered, a guttural sound torn from his chest as he finally followed me over the edge, his cock pulsing as he came, filling me up. “All mine… coming on my cock, taking all of me… Fuck, I love you.”
We collapsed together, sweaty and sated, his weight a comforting press as our breaths synced. My muscles trembled, boneless and spent, but my heart felt impossibly full.
He stayed inside me as long as he could, softening slowly, as if he couldn’t bear to pull away.
I didn’t want to let go of the moment either, so I wrapped my arms around him.
When he finally moved, easing a little of his weight off me, he pressed a lingering kiss to my temple, his hand cradling the back of my head.
Tonight was supposed to be about comforting him, but Orion Kade could never resist pleasing me.
It turned out that making him feel better meant him ruining me completely, until pleasure was the only language either of us remembered how to speak.