Bride To His Darkness
Chapter 247: Different Kind Of Stars

Chapter 247: Different Kind Of Stars

"My darling, you needn’t ask for what can be given to you in a dime." He breathed against her lips, his fingers swiftly grabbing her hair in bunches, although not harshly, but his hold was undeniably firm enough to keep her head in place. The temperature in the small land they had created, seemed to have risen to a boiling point, and Samantha could feel her sanity slowly slipping away from her.

"If it is my undying love you want, then I shall offer more than just that. I need to make you realize that you can only feel this way with no one else but me." Ivan’s irises had switched, a devious smile curving his lips as they promised more sinful nights ahead. Fierce eyes staring into moistened ones, he leaned closer and murmured against her skin.

"Before we do that, I need to make you understand something first," his voice dropped to an octave, "When we’re alone, I will take control because I know you like it that way. You’re my needy little girl, my little lamb, I will learn your body and have you pleading for more the minute I start. But outside this, you fucking own me... all you have to do is say it, and I will worship the very ground you walk on."

He sounded vehement, and when he lifted his head to meet her eyes, he realized that he would never be able to work well without staring into those homely eyes.

"Mine." He whispered.

"Yours." She breathed.

Samantha had barely found the chance to recover from his confession when he claimed her mouth, his kisses passionate enough to leave her mind as blank as a white sheet, whilst angling her head properly as he molded their lips together. His lips on her was rough, yet inexplicably gentle– he sucked, licked, and when he nipped at her bottom lip like a man in thirst, a moan she could no longer hold escaped from her mouth, but it was swallowed by the man who no longer restrained himself as he was long gone.

His hypnotizing scent enveloped her senses, camouflaging her own with the scent of lavender and bergamot. They were out in the open, with the stars, the moon, and the heaven as a witness, but yet she did not shy away. Her senses were weak, she could hardly utter a word of protest, but if she wanted to be honest, she never once did.

Ivan feverishly licked off the blood from her bottom lip before pulling back, giving her time to catch her breath, whilst her toes dug themselves into the makeshift surface of the bed. Her chest heaved with more urgency, her gaze blurry, but the man positioned above her simply left open-mouthed kisses on her burning skin, his mouth trailing down her jaw to her chin, past her lovely neck all the way to her shoulder and chest.

".....!!!"

Samantha’s eyes instantly snapped wide when she felt his hot mouth savoring the taste of the top of her breast.

He had loosened her dress earlier while distracting her with a conversation, and that revealed the fleshy top of her breast which he licked and sucked before her very eyes. Samantha’s breath became uneven, and her hands latched onto his shoulder, as if holding on for dear life. His hot tongue on her womanly assets made Samantha close her eyes against her own will, her chin tilted up, whilst her fingers drove into his hair, her attention unfocused– the feel stimulating a sense of urgency that made her feel itchy and uncomfortable on the lower part of her body.

"You taste sweet," he murmured after pulling away from her womanly bosom to meet her moistened eyes. "...everywhere."

And he claimed her lips yet again.

Samantha’s hands latched desperately onto his shoulder as he devoured her like a hungry beast. Whenever he kissed her like this, her brain would automatically go quiet– to the point she could hardly remember her own name– that was how powerful his kisses were.

When she felt his hand squeeze her thighs with their lips still locked, she wondered what exactly he had in mind, but everything ceased when his hand moved to feel her round bottom, squeezing it in his grasp, and when she gasped out, his tongue penetrated into her mouth.

They were dominating, tasting every crevice and leaving no part untouched.

When he pulled back, their gasps for air were mixed with the sound of nature’s call. Samantha turned her head to the side as she tried to recover her steady breathing, her heart pounding, body flushed, and when she dared to gaze at the man responsible, his eyes were watching her, and there was something disturbing about the way he smiled in the end, as if he had something dirty planned.

"Little Lamb," he coaxed as he patted her thighs, "be a good girl and... spread your legs for me."

"W– what?" Her pupils widened, but she wasn’t unfamiliar with this statement. She had heard most of the Courtesan’s speak of how they open their legs for their clients, and other stuffs in-between, but what the clients do after was left for their imaginations to think it through, but since she was utterly repulsed by the idea at that time, she never knew exactly what happens after.

Noticing the hesitancy, mixed with a little nervousness in her eyes, Ivan simply captured her lips. It was tender, soothing, assuring, a clear contrast to how he had kissed her much earlier. When he pulled back, he stroked the visible, fleshy part of her breast before saying,

"I won’t hurt you, and I promise you’re going to enjoy it as much as I will enjoy doing what I have in mind. You trust me, don’t you?" He kissed her earlobe softly, his minty breath mixing with her puffs.

"More than myself." She answered breathlessly, and that made Ivan’s heart pound faster than it already was. He pulled back and watched as she slowly opened her legs, her knees trembling, yet they moved in her attempt to listen to him.

If she had kept going, it wouldn’t bother her much, but when her eyes lifted to meet Ivan’s heated stare watching her, pink hues clouded her cheek, and her legs closed, but before she could keep them locked completely, Ivan’s hands were on her knees, stopping her, whilst he opened her legs himself.

"This... is inappropriate... we’re outside." She voiced out, but it came out meekly. If Ivan didn’t know better, he would assume she didn’t like his approach.

"With you my love, the inappropriate becomes appropriate." And he moved, settling himself between her trembling legs.

"I’m going to take care of you." Breathing these words on her lips, he claimed it right after.

"We won’t consummate our marriage until after the wedding, take this as one of the things to expect on the night of our wedding." His eyes twinkled.

"To expect?" She asked, dazed.

"Yes, my love. Lay back, and I’ll show you." He coaxed, and when she lowered herself back on the makeshift mattress, Ivan followed until he was kissing her lips. He took his time with his suck, each penetration of his tongue into her own as he made it his motive to send her to cloud nine.

Already aware of her weaknesses, Ivan used the opportunity he had to pull her dress above her thighs, and carefully, he pulled down her underwear, taking it off her delicate foot with their lips still glued. Samantha had sensed it and was about to yelp in protest, but his lips on hers had silenced her completely. He stole her breath, taking what he could possibly get from the lovely woman who squirmed in his arms.

Samantha’s eyes were teary, but they were teary with need.

Then, her breath caught in her throat, her back arched as she was instantly focused on that spot that was the center of his attention. She lay there, her desire for him a burden to her soul. She could not think, she could only feel, and at that exact moment, as though he had been waiting for her to reach this stage, his finger touched her there, spreading her apart so he could circle that small organ that made her writhe uncontrollably.

"Ah!.. Ivan!" A soundless scream escaped her lips, and she immediately clasped her mouth to stifle the cry of pleasure that nearly escaped her. Not liking her attempt to hold back her sweet moans, Ivan carefully worked his fingers on her– his thumb pressing against her dripping core, whilst his middle finger stroked her lightly.

It was too much!

"Little Lamb, I want to hear you." He coaxed, his voice further arousing the woman who could no longer hold it back. He played with her, enjoying how she writhed, her hips buckling and her insides clenching. He kissed the back of her earlobe, targeting all her sensitive spots and going for her neck, whilst his fingers continued to rain chaos in her mind.

He left her in a gasping mess, and she was at his mercy.

"Little Lamb, would you like to experience a different kind of star?" He asked, slowing down on his fingering. "I can take you to the peak if you beg for it."

"Stop teasing me." Tears slid from the corner of her eyes, and her hips moved with displeasure, totally unsatisfied with his movement. She sighed desperately, but a gasp was quick to replace it when his fingers curled around her chin, firmly, and his eyes– they had darkened into the blackest shade of red, and she could mirror her own desperation in those eyes, it made her want to look away, quite embarrassed, but he didn’t let her.

"Beg for it." She could see his fangs peeking out, readying to pierce her. When she said nothing, he slightly pinched the little organ, making her yelp, and Samantha immediately curled herself in his chest, burying her face and trying to hide away, but he was quick to pull her back down and claim her lips. His fingers slicked through her moistened entrance, leaving her shuddering at his relentless strokes.

"Ivan!"

"Beg for it, my sweet! I’ll give it all to you till you experience the stars I’m talking about."

She shook her head, her mouth was opened, but she could not speak.

"Say it!" He growled, and Samantha’s teary eyes surrendered to his own fiery gaze.

"Please... take me."

A smile of satisfaction graced his lips, and she lay back in the safety of his arms, his hands between her legs helped her forget the world as his strokes quickened. She could feel the foreign sensation building as her body tensed, eyes rolling back in their sockets, muscles clenching, whilst her focus was on the hands that made her feel heartbeats where she never knew once had a heart.

Reaching her climax, her breathing became labored, and her eyes snapped wide when she felt her insides shatter.

"Ivan!" She screamed his name when a burst of light enshrouded her vision. Her body thrummed when she felt something inexplicably warm leave her body, and the next thing she could do was sob as her hands covered her face.

"My little Lamb." Ivan gently tore her hands from her glistening eyes, and he lowered himself onto her so she could hug him instead. She immediately did so, her legs wrapping around his sexy waist, not letting go.

They were both out of breath, she could feel his chest heaving against her own, only to hear him say, "I think," he swallowed, "my heart is going to explode."

Samantha could not think of a response, she didn’t feel like giving one. Being here, like this, she wanted to capture every moment so she could revisit them, because this... this was everything.