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Castor crawled up her body, kissing her sensitive skin all over until he found her mouth again. Ianora remembered that he still had his clothes on, and she began to unbutton his shirt while he kissed her. She could taste herself on her lips, the saltiness of her orgasm right at home on his tongue.
"I need you," Castor growled against her mouth. "I've needed you for so long."
She couldn't resist any longer. "I'm ready," she panted.
He kissed her slow and hard, dragging her bottom lip between his teeth. "No, you're not. You have such a tight pussy, darling. You're not going to be able to take me without pain. I want to make sure you enjoy every second of this."
She needed him inside her now more than ever before, but she didn't want it to hurt, either. There had been so much pain between her and Castor already, she didn't want it to taint this moment with him. For all she knew, it could be the first and only time he would be gentle with her.
Ianora pulled off his shirt and ran greedy hands over the solid planes of his chiseled chest. The curse had not affected his torso at all, and he was every bit the sexy man she'd coveted all those years ago.
"Tell me what I need to do," she whispered against his mouth.
"Nothing. Just lay back and relax while I make sure you're ready."
She did as he instructed, but at the same time, she reached for him, gripping his thick cock in one hand while pulling him closer with the other, urging him to give them both what they craved most: an endless night of unbridled passion that would only end when they were utterly exhausted from each other's touch.
His fingers split her slit in half, swirling against her clit. He pinched the nub to send a rocket of sensation through her, and she rolled her shoulders into the bed, pushing her hips up to find more of him. Castor's rock-solid form held her in place, and she couldn't escape the pleasure when his first finger plunged into her pussy.
"C-Castor!" she cried out, her hands clamping around his forearms. She'd forgotten what it was like to have anything inside of her, brimming with sensation inside and out. She clenched around his fingers as he began to work her, massaging her inner walls with expert precision.
"That's my girl," he encouraged her. "Relax. Enjoy yourself."
He eased another finger inside of her, stretching her even more to prepare her for his throbbing cock. Ianora moaned as he pumped into her, and he leaned down to bite at her nipple. She writhed beneath him, desperate for more of his touch and unable to get enough. As he worked her deeper and deeper, the heat inside her built until it threatened to consume her body in flames. She needed release so badly that she thought she might shatter from the tension coiling within her.
"Come for me," Castor growled. "Now."
And with a cry of pleasure, Ianora did just that as his fingers plunged deep into her, driving her to an explosive orgasm that made all else fade away into blissful oblivion.
She rode so high on those waves of heat and wanting that she didn't notice at first how, at long last, Castor shifted between her legs, gripping his thick cock, and pressing it against her slick entrance.
Slowly, he began to slide inside of her, filling every inch with a delicious pressure that made stars burst behind Ianora's eyes. The moment their bodies met, Castor gave a low moan that sent shivers down her spine. She could feel every inch of him inside her, filling her with pleasure, unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, those cloudy gray eyes staring down at her.
"No," she gasped. "Keep going. Please, keep going."
In fact, the only hurt Ianora felt was from not having enough of him. Her whole life, the pain of losing her virginity had been played up so much that she'd been terrified of breaking the rules and sleeping with anyone before marriage. She'd fondled before, and she and Castor had edged against that fine line when he'd fingered her in the past but never had they gone this far.
And now, rising high on clouds of world-changing pleasure, she saw the world differently. How much she'd missed, having denied herself this for almost a century of adulthood.
Castor kissed her sweetly, his lips projecting the ultimate form of care while they moved together in perfect rhythm. Castor thrust into her tightness, and pleasure built between them in a litany of moans and sighs. His movements became faster, deeper, overcome by the sheer intensity of the moment. He made love to Ianora with all the passion and hunger that had been building inside him for years. The sensation was raw and wild, and utterly consuming. She lost herself in Castor's touch, giving herself over completely to this man who could both hurt and heal with just a single caress or kiss.
And just when she thought it couldn't get any better than this, Castor began to move faster. With every stroke, he pounded harder into her dripping hole, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout their entwined bodies until finally, Ianora couldn't take any more and came apart with a cry of pure bliss.
"Ianora, Ianora, Ianora," Castor chanted her name like a prayer. "Oh, my sweet Ianora."
Wave after wave crashed through her as Castor followed suit moments later, and they both exploded in a mind-blowing climax that left them crying out each other's names.
He shuddered against her as he emptied himself deep inside of her. Together they collapsed in a tangle of spent limbs and satisfied moans, completely lost in the wonder of the night's events.
Exhausted to the point where she couldn't speak anymore, Ianora curled up beside Castor, letting the tremulous rhythm of his heart and breathing lull her into a state of relaxation. They were now husband and wife—he had trapped her in his web whether she liked it or not, but if every time he wanted her like this, he was as gentle and attentive, she thought she might be able to tolerate it after all.
As she fell asleep, she wondered if the man she had fallen for all those years before was still truly hidden beneath the darkness that had accumulated in his heart over the decades. Only time would tell if the man she once loved could come back completely.
Chapter 12 - Castor
It was a dream come true when Castor woke with Ianora in his arms. How many times had he had this exact dream before? Her supple body pressed against his, his hands groping her full breasts while they slept.
