Sacrificial Bride to the Feared Lord Hastings-Chapter 204: In your arms (5)

Warning! Mature content.

Ophelia writhed beneath Dante. She clung to him, not wanting to let go.

The tips of Ophelia’s ears turned red as the squeaking of the bed with each thrust filled her ears. Her cheeks were flushed as she engaged in an act she didn’t think would ever excite her, but now she wanted to try again.

"Dante," Ophelia whispered his name. Her breath tickled his ears due to their closeness.

Ophelia whined when Dante bit at her neck, and she knew he was leaving another mark, but at this very moment, it wasn’t a concern for her.

Dante continued to shower kisses on the old scars, giving each one a bit of his love.

Dante bit Ophelia and earned the reaction he wanted with Ophelia digging her nails into his back.

He gritted his teeth as Ophelia’s insides gripped him almost as if her body was turning the tide for him to be punished.

Unaware of what she did to Dante, Ophelia palmed his face, guiding him towards her as the slapping of skin became louder in the bedchamber.

Their moans were silenced by their heated kiss. Their voices meshed and became incoherent.

Ophelia’s hand left Dante’s face to roam his body to familiarise herself with him. By morning, there wouldn’t be a part of his body she had not seen.

Whatever was left of the wall they built up to protect themselves from each other in the past had now crumbled, leaving each one vulnerable to the other.

Ophelia’s chest fluttered as an unfamiliar yet pleasurable feeling built up in the pit of her stomach.

Each time Dante thrust forward and reached one spot that kept her toes curled, that feeling grew even more.

With one thrust of Dante burying his girthy length as much as he could inside of her, Ophelia’s body tensed up for a release that signalled her climax.

Dante kept a steady pace, filling Ophelia with all that she would take before shortly reaching his climax.

His body relaxed, but Dante kept himself propped up so he would not crush Ophelia as he rode out the last of his orgasm.

Ophelia blushed as she realised what was missing from their first night. It also dawned on her what their carelessness could lead to.

Still, Ophelia didn’t want to bring it up in the heat of the moment.

Her chest rose and fell as the adrenaline wore off.

Ophelia reached up to palm Dante’s face and realised there were beads of sweat starting to form. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

The chamber was hot due to the fireplace and the fact that none of the windows was open.

"Was it better than the first time?" Dante asked, followed by a kiss on Ophelia’s cheek.

"It was. I would have stopped you if it weren’t. You made me realise why you were so eager for us to be intimate," Ophelia said and pushed Dante’s hair from his face. She finally understood the thrill of a man and woman being intimate when they loved each other.

What they lacked on their wedding night was love.

Dante leaned his face to rest against the palm of Ophelia’s hand.

" I didn’t yearn for it for the pleasure of it. I yearned because it is you before me. You are lovely," Dante said, continuing to shower Ophelia’s body with kisses.

"And you- Are you erect again?!" Ophelia exclaimed, surprised by his manhood when he moved.

"That is your doing. I am this way because you are so lovely. I cannot help myself. Are you tired?" Dante asked, viewing the night as still young.

There were still far more ways for them to enjoy themselves, especially since Dante would soon be forced to part ways with Ophelia.

"You must remember that I am not like you. I don’t have the strength to last all night. You must go easy on me," Ophelia said, but she couldn’t hide her excitement.

Now that Ophelia felt how good it was to make love to the man she loved, she didn’t want to stop with only once.

Ophelia felt a piece of her was taken away when Dante pulled out of her.

"As you wish," Dante replied, pulling an eager Ophelia up with him as he sat up.

Dante’s erect member stood tall between him and Ophelia.

Feeling bold, Ophelia peered down to get a good look.

It was an innocent action, yet Ophelia examining his body made Dante want her even more.

Dante placed his hand on Ophelia’s lower back to lift her to tower over his manhood. He needed to feel her warmth again.

Having Ophelia in his arms, Dante didn’t want to go out to war, but he needed to for Ophelia’s safety.

Ophelia gave Dante a new reason to go out and protect the town with his life. He had to win so Ophelia could get the life she deserved.

Dante smiled as Ophelia rested her shoulder against her head as she settled on his lap, his length fully consumed by her body.

Ophelia could only describe the feeling of having Dante nestled inside of her as having the wind knocked out of her.

Her voice was stuck in her throat as Dante’s hot pulsing member left no room inside of her

Ophelia playfully tapped her hand against Dante’s shoulder.

He truly was a beast, or were all men like this?

"Must we spend all night like this? I do not mind, but I would love to move. You’re squeezing me like there is no tomorrow," Dante said, gritting his teeth.

It wasn’t an easy task to sit still while buried deep inside of Ophelia.

For a woman who was not ready to have children, Ophelia’s walls gripped him as though not wanting him to pull out until he filled her with all he had.

Ophelia was the first one to move her hips to ride Dante. She needed to feel him going further, and further the more he thrust into her.

Opehlia gasped when Dante matched her movement by thrusting into her the very moment she rolled her hips to ride him. There were no words spoken between them, nor were they needed as their bodies moved together in sync.

"Not yet," Ophelia heard Dante whisper in her ear.

Unfortunately, Ophelia couldn’t promise to hold out as long as Dante could.

Her legs were already weak, and her nails dug into his back.

Ophelia’s moans filled the chamber, followed closely by Dante’s low grunts.

"Right there," Ophelia whispered, encouraging Dante to stay where she felt good.

Ophelia closed her eyes and let the passion lead her. Tears filled her eyes, but she was far from being in pain.