Sacrificial Bride to the Feared Lord Hastings-Chapter 202: In your arms (3)

Warning! Mature content ahead.

Ophelia held her breath as Dante lowered himself to her once more. He surprised her by kissing the flesh where she knew an old scar lingered.

Dante left pecks of kisses along Ophelia’s body.

While Ophelia might not like they still covered her body, and Dante did not mind them.

Dante knew well why Ophelia had each mark on her body, despite her not sharing the tales. Each scar represented a time Ophelia fought back against the Valthorns to either protect herself or her brother.

Her scars told a story of her fight, so Dante would love each one of them. Her body showed the lengths she would go to protect someone she loved. Dante admired the scars and left the hate for the ones who placed them on her body.

Dante’s warm breath tickled Ophelia’s skin as he moved along her body. He tried not to miss any scar as each one deserved his attention.

Ophelia bit her lip in an effort to hide her laughter as she knew Dante would get her back later for laughing now.

"Oh."

Ophelia covered her mouth with her hand after an unexpected reaction. Dante’s lips pressing down between the valley of her breasts changed her mood. She was no longer in a laughing mood.

Ophelia moved her leg, but without missing a beat, Dante also moved his hand to hold her leg still.

Dante did not look up to see Ophelia’s face, though he so desperately wanted to see her. He could witness it later, but at the moment, he was fixed on appreciating the body of the woman beneath him.

"I did not take you for a man who enjoys a woman’s breasts."

Ophelia’s choice of words reminded Dante of whom he dealt with, but at the same time, Ophelia had little idea what awaited her.

Dante moved his hand from holding Ophelia’s leg still. Even if she wanted to move, his body was nestled between her parted legs.

"I am a man who enjoys every inch of his wife’s body. There isn’t a part of you that I enjoy more than the other. I hope you had your fun teasing me because it is about to end," Dante said, lifting his head to get a good look at Ophelia. He wanted to see her look of regret.

"Why is it taking so long?" Ophelia boldly asked. She knew that she would regret it, but she couldn’t miss the chance to tease Dante.

A moment to tease Dante did not come easily, and since they had rushed into it on their wedding night, Ophelia thought the same would happen now.

Dante palmed Ophelia’s breast with his hand, weighing and feeling the warm flesh. Spilt into the palm of his hand, fitting perfectly as though they were meant to be together.

"I must make up for the mistake and show you what intimacy truly is. You only need to be still for now," Dante said, opting to fill his mouth with Ophelia’s flesh.

Ophelia closed her eyes, trying to get used to the feeling of Dante’s slick tongue swirling around her nipple. She thought his tongue could only bring pleasure when they kissed.

Dante’s tongue moved in a slow circular motion, teasing her every second of it. Ophelia didn’t know whether to focus her attention on Dante’s mouth or his hand that started to move, kneading her breast as though it were dough.

Ophelia placed her right hand on Dante’s shoulder to push him back, whilst she placed the back of her left hand to her mouth, trying to hide how embarrassed she was.

"No," Ophelia said when Dante looked up.

"Do you hate it?" Dante asked, moving his hand.

"No," Ophelia shook her head. "I like it."

Dante’s lips curled upward as he realised what Ophelia faced. "If you like it, why would you ask me to stop? There’s nothing to be embarrassed about between us. I am the only one to see you like this, and I won’t speak of what we do here to anyone."

"Would you like me to continue, or should we stop here? I think we have tested the limits quite enough," said Dante.

"Continue," Ophelia decided as she lowered her hand.

Ophelia didn’t want the moment to be wasted. Afterall, she had been the one to initiate this.

Ophelia wanted to experience more, but she couldn’t help feeling a little bit embarrassed in front of Dante.

It felt as though they were seeing each other for the first time, even though it wasn’t.

Dante carried on with his actions, and while Ophelia was distracted by what he did to her chest, he sneakily moved his right hand, travelling down to her parted legs.

His erection was unbearable in his pants, but he could ignore it to make the night special for Ophelia. He so desperately wanted to erase the memories of their wedding night and replace them with this night.

This night should be considered their first.

Dante tugged on Ophelia’s dress and garment to remove them so she would be completely naked before him.

Ophelia’s heart beat fast again as she watched how Dante stared at her body. His gaze alone made her feel as though there wasn’t one scar on her body. For the first time, Ophelia felt wanted by a man who didn’t have ill intentions.

"What are you- Ah!" Ophelia gasped, startled by Dante’s hand touching her most intimate area.

Ophelia wasn’t given time to think of what Dante had done. His slender finger probed at the warmth between her legs before entering her.

"Dante," his name left her lips in a whisper.

Ophelia reached out to touch Dante’s arm, but not to stop him. She needed something or someone to hold as she got used to what she experienced.

Dante’s finger inside of her was uncomfortable and strange at first, but her body squirmed with every movement from Dante. Ophelia’s toes curled the second she got used to the intrusion.

It was nothing in comparison to Dante’s manhood inside of her, but still enough to stir her desire for the man before her.

Seeing Ophelia’s parted lips, Dante couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned down for their lips to meet again while he penetrated Ophelia with his finger.

Ophelia wrapped her arms around Dante’s neck and pulled him closer. Her moans were stifled between the kisses.

"Dante," his name managed to be heard.

Not long after, Ophelia coated his finger with her bodily fluid.

Ophelia wasn’t embarrassed about her response to Dante’s finger teasing her. Instead, she yearned for more.

"You must hurry," Ophelia urged Dante.

Any longer and Ophelia believed Dante’s erection would break free from his pants.

Dante pulled out his finger, and just as Ophelia had done earlier, he undressed himself.