he hissed trying to keep a measure of
control over himself, but found it impossible not to feel more of the exquisite
softness in his hand.
He was rewarded by a moan that nearly rent
his control apart. For all his restraint, he could not help but feast himself
on her exposed neck. He trailed feather-light kisses from her jaw to the base
of her neck, nipped at her skin with her teeth back up before tracing it back
down. He smiled as she gasped when he sucked at the point where her neck and
shoulder met. His.
"Arun," she whispered in between
shallow ragged breaths, "we cannot—"
He covered her lips with his own. No! He
would not hear of her protest. Not this time. He nibbled at her lower lip
before entering the familiar sweetness of her mouth. He plundered her, making
his claim as best as he could and tasting her everywhere as his fingers located
the stiffening peak of her arousal. She arched toward his hand and moaned in
his mouth as her own tongue met his, sagging against him.
His other hand slowly raised the hem of her
skirts and he reluctantly tore away from her mouth, watching her expression and
his hand wandered along the insides of her thighs. Her face was arrested with
pleasure, making her glow and unfold to be more beautiful as every moment
passed. Her eyes fluttered most enticingly as his hand followed the path of the
sweetness that trailed downwards. He stopped before reaching his destination
and his hand hovered to the other side of her thigh following the pattern of
her juices.
"Arun…" she groaned, jaw tight as
she battled within herself. "We should stop…"
"Do you truly want that?" he
growled as he nibbled her ear. "Truly?" He placed a finger on her
coveted treasure and she gave a strangled cry as her hips thrust to meet his
fingers. He chuckled loving his control over her. But blast those damp drawers!
He would tear them from her body if he surrendered to his animalistic need.
"I believe you need to be soothed first."
"Arun! Alethi!"
Arun bit back a howl of frustration as
Alethi's eyes shot wide open, though still unable to tear herself from him.
Arun tried to ignore it, but the call came again, this time, nearer. He
produced a string of curses, including the gods that taunted his vulnerability.
Damn them for making him get this far, but no further!
Alethi, found her own strength and moved
away from his slackened hold, albeit on shaky legs. She started picking up what
they have gathered and he joined her.
"Arun! Alethi!"
"Over here!" Alethi answered her
father and looked apologetically at Arun as they both stood.
"Ah! There you are." Orrin smiled.
"Well, dinner is ready and everyone is waiting for the both of you.
Especially you, my prince. Your elves would not eat without you."
"Thank you," Arun said, a little
too stiff for his taste.
He lagged behind as father led daughter into
the clearing, thanking the night for covering any traces of his debauchery of
her. His mark would be covered by her long hair, unless she decided to hold
them back. Hopefully, tonight, she would not.
He ate in silence trying to find a way to
deal with his raging lust until he could no longer take it.
"What is it, my lord?" Liushan
asked when Arun took him aside.
"Punch me. Here." He pointed at
the point just below his ribs.
"That would hurt."
"That is the point."
Liushan looked at him oddly. "What
for?"
"I believe I would rather be gutted
than to prick my dick with pins of ice again."
Liushan's brows raised in understanding.
"So that was why she…" The wretched elf smirked. "You did not
finish with her, did you not."
Arun grit his teeth. "Do it now,
Liushan!"
One thing Arun was certain, being gutted was
a better idea than punishing his already-tortured dick.
Chapter Fourteen
Alethi wondered how the chiseler – Baronet
Leanne, she should start remembering that – could be so calm and confident in
impersonating Duchess Sirien. Sure, the woman rarely left her estate because of
her frailty and Leanne had
control over himself, but found it impossible not to feel more of the exquisite
softness in his hand.
He was rewarded by a moan that nearly rent
his control apart. For all his restraint, he could not help but feast himself
on her exposed neck. He trailed feather-light kisses from her jaw to the base
of her neck, nipped at her skin with her teeth back up before tracing it back
down. He smiled as she gasped when he sucked at the point where her neck and
shoulder met. His.
"Arun," she whispered in between
shallow ragged breaths, "we cannot—"
He covered her lips with his own. No! He
would not hear of her protest. Not this time. He nibbled at her lower lip
before entering the familiar sweetness of her mouth. He plundered her, making
his claim as best as he could and tasting her everywhere as his fingers located
the stiffening peak of her arousal. She arched toward his hand and moaned in
his mouth as her own tongue met his, sagging against him.
His other hand slowly raised the hem of her
skirts and he reluctantly tore away from her mouth, watching her expression and
his hand wandered along the insides of her thighs. Her face was arrested with
pleasure, making her glow and unfold to be more beautiful as every moment
passed. Her eyes fluttered most enticingly as his hand followed the path of the
sweetness that trailed downwards. He stopped before reaching his destination
and his hand hovered to the other side of her thigh following the pattern of
her juices.
"Arun…" she groaned, jaw tight as
she battled within herself. "We should stop…"
"Do you truly want that?" he
growled as he nibbled her ear. "Truly?" He placed a finger on her
coveted treasure and she gave a strangled cry as her hips thrust to meet his
fingers. He chuckled loving his control over her. But blast those damp drawers!
He would tear them from her body if he surrendered to his animalistic need.
"I believe you need to be soothed first."
"Arun! Alethi!"
Arun bit back a howl of frustration as
Alethi's eyes shot wide open, though still unable to tear herself from him.
Arun tried to ignore it, but the call came again, this time, nearer. He
produced a string of curses, including the gods that taunted his vulnerability.
Damn them for making him get this far, but no further!
Alethi, found her own strength and moved
away from his slackened hold, albeit on shaky legs. She started picking up what
they have gathered and he joined her.
"Arun! Alethi!"
"Over here!" Alethi answered her
father and looked apologetically at Arun as they both stood.
"Ah! There you are." Orrin smiled.
"Well, dinner is ready and everyone is waiting for the both of you.
Especially you, my prince. Your elves would not eat without you."
"Thank you," Arun said, a little
too stiff for his taste.
He lagged behind as father led daughter into
the clearing, thanking the night for covering any traces of his debauchery of
her. His mark would be covered by her long hair, unless she decided to hold
them back. Hopefully, tonight, she would not.
He ate in silence trying to find a way to
deal with his raging lust until he could no longer take it.
"What is it, my lord?" Liushan
asked when Arun took him aside.
"Punch me. Here." He pointed at
the point just below his ribs.
"That would hurt."
"That is the point."
Liushan looked at him oddly. "What
for?"
"I believe I would rather be gutted
than to prick my dick with pins of ice again."
Liushan's brows raised in understanding.
"So that was why she…" The wretched elf smirked. "You did not
finish with her, did you not."
Arun grit his teeth. "Do it now,
Liushan!"
One thing Arun was certain, being gutted was
a better idea than punishing his already-tortured dick.
Chapter Fourteen
Alethi wondered how the chiseler – Baronet
Leanne, she should start remembering that – could be so calm and confident in
impersonating Duchess Sirien. Sure, the woman rarely left her estate because of
her frailty and Leanne had
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