Bride To His Darkness-Chapter 349: Which Sight Of You I Prefer

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With their clothes discarded, Ivan lay back and watched as the seductress of a wife tried to settle against his raging member. Slowly, she slid him into her wet sex, and Ivan felt strained when she took her time to get accustomed to his size. She was innocently torturing him, but he already promised before he took off her clothes that he would be patient with her, but now, he was starting to regret making that promise.

Samantha’s eyes snapped wide when she took all of him inside her, she forgot how to breathe properly for a few minutes. Their bodies were immediately connected, and Ivan bit his bottom lip at the sight of them joined as one.

"Fuck!" He cursed and inhaled deeply. Her tight walls clenching against his throbbing member was driving him insane, but he stayed in place, allowing her to take the lead tonight. His hands went behind his hand, and his crimson eyes flickered with a residual flame just from staring at her.

After Samantha recovered a bit, her hands were on his chest, and her legs were on either side of him. She met his gaze, and he smirked at her beet red reaction. It was the first time he was allowing his wife to take him like this, and he could see from the way she gazed at him that she was still unsure of what to do next.

"What... what do I do from here?" Her feathery voice questioned him, and Ivan’s hand found her tapered waist.

"It’s simple darling." His enticing eyes returned to where their bodies were connected, "you need to lift yourself up slightly, like this," with his guidance, Samantha carefully lifted herself up, nearly sliding out of him but stopped when his grip on her waist turned firm.

"Then you slid back."

He carefully guided her down, "do it at your own pace, and don’t stop."

Samantha’s emotions were conflicted, she felt sort of strange having him place her in this position, and the way his length filled her inside was satisfyingly different, she couldn’t help but listen to his guidance. Taking a deep breath and recalling how he guided her body, she began to move, starting off slowly and anticipating this new position.

She gradually increased her pace as the pleasure began to build from the pit of her stomach. Her lips parted to form an ’O’ and she threw her head back when her hips began to pick up pace, riding him faster and faster that she was unable to hold back the squeal building in her throat. Her eyes rolled in her sockets, and she was no longer embarrassed by the wet sounds escaping each of her actions.

Ivan enjoyed the show that his eyes had been blessed with tonight, and what’s more beautiful than watching his lovely wife ride him with her breast bouncing with every action? He wasn’t wrong when he said this woman would eventually be the death of him, and the sweet sounds she continuously made while taking him whole made him clench his teeth in raw desire.

His manhood twitched inside of her, and every squeeze of her walls always made him want to reach the edge of their lovemaking. Unable to handle it, he lifted his upper body and claimed her lips, his hand grasping a handful of her hair but not enough to elicit any pained reaction from her. Her moans were muffled in their exchange of spittle, and Ivan loved the feeling of her hard buds rubbing against his chest.

A wave of pleasure hit her hard when he thrust his hip up, meeting her rhythm, and Samantha was unable to bite back the scream that escaped her lungs.

"A– ah!!" She buried her face in his chest, and Samantha felt choked when he pounded into her, faster, not stopping. It felt different in comparison to when she was doing it, but aside from the pain, the pleasure was indescribable. The sweats forming on her forehead dropped on his shoulder, and the only candlelight on the table flickered, making their skins glisten under its golden glow.

"Ivan!" Samantha cried out when he slammed deeper into her, hitting that sweet spot that sent her legs trembling. Like he noticed, he continued to target that spot.

"I– Ivan!"

"My beautiful wife, you’re taking it so well." His voice was hoarse, and he winced a little when her fingers dug into his shoulder. He closed his eyes, enjoying the pain and pleasure that came with it, and when she wrapped her arms around his neck, closing the distance between their heated bodies, he wished he could do this everyday!

Knowing she was near, he continued to target that spot until she came undone, but hell was he far from over.

Madeline could barely move and just let her body weight fall on Ivan who held her close. Their heavy breathing and soft pants filled the air, and Ivan didn’t move and continuously stroked her disheveled hair, planting kisses on where his mouth could reach.

"Little Lamb."

Turning her over till her back connected to the bedspread, his throbbing shaft was still inside her. Lifting her right leg and placing it above his shoulder, he slid out of her slowly, tantalizingly, but before he could pull out completely, he slid his length back into her.

His slow, repeated actions was enough to ignite the doused flame, and Samantha linked her arms around his neck, pulling him down on her till his lips met hers for a passionate kiss. He kissed her jawline, relishing every part of her till he got to her nape. Carefully, he sank his fangs into that designated marking in her neck, and he could hear her gasp due to the sharp sting.

He marked her, renewing the sign of their bond, but he didn’t pull away. He savored the sweetness of her blood and couldn’t help but suck greedily, and at the same time thrusting ever so slowly into her, the pleasure and pain was just too much for Samantha to bear.

"Ahh... fuck!" The way she squeezed him only added fuel to the fire, because his thrusting had picked up pace, and he pounded into her desperately. Samantha hanged on for dear life when he lifted his weight off her so he could gaze at her face, but his relentless thrusting did not cease.

"You like that?"

The endless slapping of bare skin could be heard within their spacious tent, and Samantha wanted to stop, but Ivan was far from over.

"I... I love it- Ah!" Tears sprang out from the corner of her eyes, and even when she came undone, he didn’t stop and kept slamming into her, plastering her every reaction in his head and how just watching her added ten more beats to his racing heart.

With a low growl, Ivan stopped when he equally came undone, filling her up with his release. His weight was pressed against her, and they just remained in each other’s hold.

Samantha didn’t bother to lift a limb, she turned her head the other way and tried to stabilize her breathing, her eyelids growing heavier by the second.

With a blink of an eye, it was already morning. Samantha subconsciously pulled the blanket covering her body to her shoulders, and she stopped when her husband trailed kisses on her bare back – his way of wishing her good morning whenever they woke up in bed together.

Samantha turned her body to meet his crimson eyes smiling at her, and her heart melted like butter on a warm pancake. What a pleasant way to start the morning!

"Good morning." Her hoarse voice greeted him, and she nuzzled her cheek into his palm.

"I don’t know which sight of you I prefer," Ivan mused softly as he gazed at her natural beauty, "watching you sleep like a peaceful dreaming unfolding, watching you wake up like my world coming alive with many possibilities, or watching you say my name with a face full of ecstasy."

He planted a kiss at the top of her forehead, and Samantha closed her eyes with a smile, only to realize what the last one had meant. Her face turned red at the thought and she asked in a low voice.

"Do you think the other’s heard?"

"With how loud you moaned and screamed, little lamb, I’d be shocked if they didn’t." He teased, further making the blush on her cheeks move to her ear.

"Why are you still in bed?"

"It was difficult to part ways with my beautiful wife so I decided to spend more time embracing her in her sleep." He playfully pulled her into his arms, eliciting a chuckle from Samantha who didn’t shy away from his embrace, and she didn’t mind that they were both still naked under the cozy blanket.

"You have to get up, there’s still so many things we have to do today. I don’t want them to think I have a lazy husband, it’s more than enough to have a lazy wife at least." She tilted her chin to meet his gaze, and he pecked her lips before sighing at her comment.

"They can’t question me even with that thought. If it means getting to spend more time with you, then I don’t mind listening to others bark about my negligence."

"How sweet," Samantha pulled at his cheeks lightly, then began to draw imaginary circles on his bare chest.

"But think about this. Think about how much time we’ll have in our hands once we finally put all of these behind us. No Carmela, no Marius, no more dragging matters with the borders and we can return to our home, GreenHollow. It’ll be you and me, and we won’t have to worry about anything else, doesn’t that sound more exciting?"

"Indeed it does." Taking hold of her finger, he wanted to take it into his mouth, but Samantha freed her hand and brought his attention to what she was saying.

"The quicker we handle this, the faster it’ll be for that day to come. So now get ready, and I’ll join you later."

"Promise?"

She nodded, and she watched his eyes sparkle with happiness. It looked so pure, so filled with content, like a man who had finally found peace right where he wanted it. With her smile lingering, she watched him get out of the bedspread.

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