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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.
