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I nodded, swallowing the lump of desire in my throat. Not waiting a moment longer I did as I was told and closed my eyes.
The world seemed to shift beneath us. As though the ground was turned upside-down and I was falling. I gasped at the sudden jolt, throwing my eyes open a second later to see if the ground had disappeared completely from underneath us.
But we no longer stood outside. The four walls of the bed chamber surrounded us, the hearth alight with a warm welcome of twisting flames, the curtains drawn open across the grand windows for the first time since I had been here.
“How?” I questioned, my head spinning from the sudden movement.
“There are many things you still have yet to learn about me, Jak.” Marius kicked the door closed behind him and stalked towards the made bed. “Allow me to show you just some of those things now.”
Slowly, Marius lowered me onto the cloud-like bedding. The tickle of the material was welcomed as I sank into it. From my perch amid the white sheets, I finally saw Marius entirely, his body no longer hidden beneath azure lake water, or obscured by clothing.
He stood before me with pride. Chin raised high, arms loose beside him. I let my gaze trail down from his face to his feet. And he stayed still, allowing me to take it all in uninterrupted.
I sat upright, mouth agape, at the length of his manhood that hung between his separated legs.
So he does have length.
My cheeks warmed at the thought. It was the largest I had seen before, far greater than the baker’s son or my childhood best-friend’s brother.
They had been mere men.
Marius was a god. A god of night. Aman.
“I want to worship you,” I said, gripping the sheets. It was all I could do to stop my hands from reaching out for him.
Marius lifted a hand in dismissal. “Allow me to be the one to worship you first, Jak. I assure you that I will give you all the time you desire. But for now, it is all about you.”
He stalked towards the bed, and I stayed deathly still. Marius leaned on the mattress, both arms flexing. My eyes did not know where to settle — at his devilish grin or on his manhood that seemed to harden with each passing moment.
I leaned back onto the bed as Marius crawled over me, his presence flattening me down upon the bed. His strong arms entrapped me from either side, but he kept himself hovering inches above me. “Well, well, well. Where do I start?”
The question hung between us. I parted my mouth to answer but was soon silenced as Marius dove in and kissed me. For someone so cold, all I felt was warmth. My toes curled and my fingers dug deeper into the bedding as his tongue explored my own. I craned my neck up to him, only for his hand to press me back down to the bed.
He wanted control. I felt it. I bit down on his lower lip, spurring him to splutter in enjoyment as he pulled away from me. His grin sent a wild thrill through me. Then Marius slipped his hands beneath my back and flipped me over until my face was pressed cheek first into the sheets.
“That will stop you from biting,” he growled, hands rubbing down my back and onto my arse. I gasped as he spread each cheek with his large hands. I closed my eyes as his thumb brushed against the sensitive spot at the heart of me. My own manhood throbbed as it was pressed against the bed. I wanted nothing more than to grab it, grab him and urge him to move faster. Deep down I had wanted this moment to happen for days. Now it was here, I could not wait to begin.
Yet Marius was taking his time.
One moment it was his thumb, and the next it was his tongue. Caressing. Licking. Tracing. Each exhale came out as a sound which only seemed to spur him to deepen his exploration.
I reached back for him, only to be batted away.
“No hands,” Marius said quickly, coming up for a breather which I soon regretted. I did not want it to stop.
I had never felt such a way before. In the dark of my closed eyes, I envisioned explosions of colour and imagery. It was pure bliss.
It came to an abrupt stop, followed by a grunt from Marius. I leaned up on my elbows, this time not being pushed back down by his mighty hand. Over my shoulder I looked to Marius who stood, eyes wide and chin wet. He made no move to clean his own spittle from his face. His tongue simply escaped his deep red lips and traced them.
Marius’s other hand worked slowly across his hard, length. Up and down, his wrist twisting slightly with each movement. “I want to fuck you.”
“Are you waiting for an invitation?” I threw back at him, lifting myself up onto my knees and arching my back.
He did not reply. But I heard the scratch of wood as he pulled open the drawer in the side cabinet beside the bed. I looked back as he retrieved a glass vial of liquid.
“What is that?” I questioned as he uncorked the small vial and tripped the liquid into his hand.
“A way to ensure I cause you no pain.”
