Sacrificial Bride to the Feared Lord Hastings-Chapter 201: In your arms (2)

"We are bound to be disturbed any moment now," Ophelia said, looking back at the door.

"Do not put your mouth on it," Dante said, placing his right hand on Ophelia’s lower back. "You know they can sense it. Must you ruin this for me?"

Dante gave Ophelia a gentle nudge to bring her focus back to him. All that should be on Ophelia’s mind now was seducing him.

Ophelia’s laughter filled the bedchamber, and to Dante, it was a sweet tune.

"I’m sorry," Ophelia apologised.

"Did you straddle me because you expected someone to interrupt us?"

"No, but I did think it was funny. That nervousness is back. It’s difficult to be bold once I think my actions through," Ophelia said, biting her lip.

Ophelia thought of whether they should put out the fire in the fireplace, so Dante wouldn’t have to see her scars.

Dante noticed Ophelia’s sneaking glances at the fireplace and said, "I can see you well even without the light. I have good eyesight."

"I have scars all over my body from punishments," Ophelia said, afraid to show them. "I had not thought this through."

Dante wanted to kick himself as he very clearly remembered telling Ophelia she was damaged when he saw the old markings. Despite what he felt about the arranged marriage, he should have been careful with what he said.

"You are beautiful just the way you are," Dante said, trying to make up for his mistake. "I was a fool for what I said."

"What did you say?" Ophelia tilted her head.

"I feel even more of a fool for speaking of it. Look," Dante said, taking Ophelia’s hand to place it on his chest. "If not for the curse, my body would be covered in bruises from the war. I remember very well what you looked like on our wedding night, and I would love to see it again."

"You are beautiful. Truly," Dante spoke with honesty. "I would not lie to you."

Ophelia slipped her hand under Dante’s half-unbuttoned shirt, and from the placement of her hand, Ophelia felt his heartbeat. To her surprise, Dante seemed to be as nervous as she was.

Ophelia expected Dante to be confident without worry.

Ophelia smiled, thrilled that Dante shared her nervousness.

Dante grew wary of Ophelia’s smile, but it didn’t last long as Ophelia leaned forward to initiate a kiss.

Most of her fear seemed to have disappeared as she slipped her hand further underneath his shirt, touching him as much as she liked. Her warm hand left a tingly sensation where it roamed.

Dante closed his eyes, following Ophelia’s lead, and forgot about what they spoke of before. His right rested on Ophelia’s lower back while his left hand found its way to the back of her neck to keep her still.

There was a noticeable difference between their last kiss and now. The caution was out the window as Ophelia didn’t play it safe by testing the waters. She went right for what she wanted.

Dante decided to be daring along with Ophelia and slipped his hand to grope her buttocks.

Ophelia’s reaction was muffled in the kiss, but since she didn’t break away, Dante took it as a sign she was not against it.

Dante seized the split second Ophelia parted her lips to slip his tongue into her mouth. Her moans were still muffled, but with his good hearing, it was enough for Dante. He heard every gasp, every moan, and every mention of his name.

"Dante," the soft call of his name left Dante yearning for more.

Dante shifted body to have Ophelia fall to the right. His right hand, once on her lower back, moved to her waist to stop her from falling off the side of the bed.

Ophelia’s laughter filled the bedchamber once more. "We are too close to the edge to do this," she said.

"Ah!" Ophelia gasped, startled by Dante moving her with ease to the centre of the bed.

Their positions switched for Dante to be the one straddling Ophelia.

Ophelia laid back, enjoying the view of Dante removing his shirt.

"Laugh now," said Dante.

"Or else?"

Dante smiled in response.

Ophelia was testing his limits, and they both knew it.

Dante tossed his shirt to the side of the bed, leaving it to be dealt with later. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Ophelia tried not to let her gaze wander too low to stare at the bulge in Dante’s pants. She was thankful they had been intimate once before, since it answered the questions she had and got rid of many doubts.

Dante leaned forward, and as he did so, his left hand slipped under Ophelia’s dress, slowly gliding up to her thigh. With his hand under her thigh, Dante hoisted Ophelia’s leg slightly to make more room for his body to fit between her legs.

Dante admired Ophelia’s beauty for a moment, and to make him fall for her even more, Ophelia smiled.

His gaze moved from Ophelia’s face to her neck, where he wanted to place many necklaces so no one ever questioned if she was loved by him. His gaze moved further to stop at her chest. He watched how her chest rose and fell.

"You can," Ophelia spoke softly, knowing he wanted to remove what stood in their way.

With Dante’s acceptance of how her body looked with bruises, Ophelia was not afraid to show herself. She never thought of how her body looked to others, but she wanted to be enough for the man she loved.

"Or, must I?" Ophelia asked, intending to tease Dante.

If not for the dim light in the chamber, Ophelia would have been able to notice the redness forming on Dante’s ears. Luckily, Dante palming his face, gave her an idea of what he felt.

’So he can be shy too,’ Ophelia thought.

Seeing this new side to Dante, the last of Ophelia’s doubts went away.

Ophelia decided to tease Dante a little bit by being the one to remove her dress.

"What a shame all Alice’s hard work will go to waste. I must get the chance to wear this dress again," said Ophelia.

Ophelia loved her taste in simple dresses even more now that she didn’t have to struggle with taking them off.

Ophelia sat up a little bit and reached for the string at the back of her dress. A weight was lifted from her shoulders as she found relief in the dress no longer clinging to her.

The dress fell loose and slipped down Ophelia’s shoulders to reveal her garment. Her corset remained to show off a tempting figure.

Ophelia didn’t hesitate and began to remove the garment as Dante watched her.

The removal of her dress and garment revealed the scars Ophelia once worried about. In her sitting position, Ophelia could not completely remove her clothing, so she waited for Dante to make the next move.

"Beautiful," the one word from Dante kept Ophelia’s confidence alive.