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The officiant's voice rose in volume as he pronounced them man and wife, and Castor finally snapped back into reality. He leaned down and pressed his lips against Ianora's, savoring the sweetness of her mouth before pulling away all too soon. It was supposed to be a gentle peck, nothing more, and yet he tried, with that simple touch, to portray all the ways he was sorry for how this wedding had come to pass. He knew it wasn't enough, but he hoped it was a start.
Chapter 11 - Ianora
Ianora was shaking all over when Castor guided her to the bedroom, his firm body making a point to brush up against her at every opportunity. His touch brushed against her arms, hips, and back, making tingles race through her whole body.
Her heart felt like a trapped bird in her chest, like it could explode at any moment, and she'd be left with an empty mess inside. It was the night itself that had left her feeling this way, not just the gentle insistence of Castor's restrained urgency until the moment he closed the door behind her.
Ever since freeing her from the coffin, it was as though something had changed in Castor. She was not here willingly, not by any means, but some of his jagged edges had smoothed over. Instead of being the cruel, angry man he had been for the week before the wedding, he was softer with her today. Kinder.
More like the man she'd fallen for all those years ago.
"Here," he murmured into her ear, his hot breath making her shiver. "Let me light a candle."
But Castor had always been good at wearing masks. He could have put that front up with the intent of misleading the wedding guests and lulling Ianora into a false sense of ease.
And it had worked. These gentle touches and looks were wreaking havoc on her insides, leaving her confused. Should her guard be up? Should she let it down? Was his cruel self going to return the moment she tried to give him the benefit of the doubt?
A spark flared, and instead of just lighting one candle, a hundred blazed to life, revealing a bedroom that was the image of romance: the candles covered every surface of the bedroom except for the floor and bed. The flickering light threw the room into a golden haze, the reflection dancing off the inside of the polished silver in the room. The furniture had been decorated with red and white roses, silver and gold bow ribbons, and red and white rose petals. Their fragrance filled the room, sweet with a hint of vanilla that, on one hand, set Ianora at ease because they were her favorites.
On the other hand, her stomach clenched with awareness, knowing that Castor had picked them on purpose for what would happen next. Trying to put her at ease to ... to ...
Before she could finish the thought, Castor's mouth was on her neck.
Ianora gasped as his lips found that sensitive spot behind her ear, soft but firm, while his strong hands slid up her body to cup her full breasts. She could feel the hard outline of his erection against her thigh, and she shivered with a desire she'd been suppressing for so long.
She couldn't give in to him so easily. Yet an ache grew inside her with each kiss, stroke, and caress. She relished the way his muscles flexed and moved under the gentle sweep of his fingers. She moaned softly as he kissed lower, then turned her around to face him.
Castor's eyes were dark and hooded, the desire so potent it penetrated Ianora and took her breath away. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," he whispered, capturing her mouth with his.
He tasted sweet, of nectar and forbidden desserts, and when she tried to stay rigid and unaffected, she couldn't. Unbidden, a moan rose from her throat as he kissed her, and then her lips moved of their own accord, opening for him to devour her whole, one flick of his tongue at a time.
She arched her neck back, and he broke the kiss with a breathy sigh to capture her throat instead. His fangs grazed the flesh there, threatening to penetrate but miraculously avoiding doing so—for now. His tongue flicked over the sensitive skin while his fingers found the buttons on the front of her dress, expertly undoing each one until it hung open in a silky pool at her waist.
Castor pushed the fabric aside, his hungry gaze taking in every curve of her exposed body. He towered over her, a powerful force that she couldn't resist even if she wanted to. She'd kept herself from him for so long, and now that she had no choice but to submit to him, she saw no reason not to enjoy herself tonight. If he would let her. He came to her again, pressing silent kisses across her collarbones, kissing as he pulled down her bra, leaving her in only panties, stockings, and her garter.
His mouth went down her chest until he reached the swell of her breasts. There was nothing gentle about how Castor worshipped them—licking, sucking, teasing until Ianora was writhing under him, her last thoughts of resistance disappearing, replaced by want in face of the hurricane of pleasure.
"Oh, Castor," she moaned.
"Yes, my love?" he murmured against her breasts. "Tell me what you want."
"Bed," she demanded between sighs and kisses. "If you're going to do this, do this right."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
With a groan, Castor scooped Ianora into his arms and carried her to the bed. His breath was hot against her skin as he trailed kisses all over Ianora's body, commanding and insistent. He worshipped every inch of her with his tongue and teeth, taking his time with her breasts, her stomach, and her thighs until he'd made love to every inch of her body except for the most important part of all. Molten heat was on the verge of erupting inside her, and she needed more.
Finally, he lowered himself, kneeling on the floor, with her legs dangling off the side. His firm, sure hands parted her thighs, and he pressed his mouth to the crevasse of her thighs, kissing her there over her panties, making her writhe and moan in delight.
She could feel the first touch of his tongue through her damp panties, and she cried out in pleasure as he licked and sucked at her clit through the fabric. He pushed her legs apart wider, then pulled the crotch of her panties to one side before finally taking a long, slow lick of her wet pussy.
With one swift motion, he yanked her panties down and spread her legs wide. His tongue darted out, licking her clit with expert strokes that sent a tidal wave of pleasure crashing through her body. He sucked at the nub as she writhed and moaned beneath him, flicking it with his tongue until Ianora was gasping for breath and on the edge of orgasm.
She grabbed the bedsheets, panting as she moaned and bucked into him. Already that heat inside her was starting to crest, burning so hot that when Castor moved his mouth lower, parting her slick folds with his tongue to taste every inch of her dripping wet pussy, he brought her to the peak. She spiraled over into an explosive release that left them both trembling.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she moaned, the world flashing white as she quivered in place.
Castor lapped hungrily at her juices as she cried out in ecstasy, bucking against his face as waves of pure bliss crashed over her again and again. Panting, she stared at the ceiling, hardly capable of believing that had just happened. Castor had taken nothing from her yet, only given and given until she couldn't take any more.
