Entwined With the Villainous Guardian
Chapter 68: High on Cloud

Chapter 68: High on Cloud

Leander saw her eyes were clear. The little nod of her head and the small flutter of her eyelashes tightened his abdomen and unleashed the passion in his heart.

Viviana hugged him around his neck and pressed her face in the nook of his neck to brace for the pain. And boy, did he smell good!

On her cheek she felt the scar of the wound she inflicted on his shoulder. She kissed it. He winced. After a second, he held her cheeks and looked into her eyes.

She stiffened at the thick rod that was prodding at her entrance.

"Shh..." Leander soothed her sensing her fear.

Then he rubbed his thick stiffness on the mouth of her cave of pleasures. He lifted her up and his big, manly hands caressed the smooth skin of her back and kissed her forehead. His bare chest was rubbing on her sensitive twin peaks.

Nudging her cheeks, he faced her and slipped his tongue inside her mouth. And just like that all her erotic spots were illuminated. Her hands reached to cutch around his waist and she noticed the skin on his lower back was not smooth as the rest of his back.

Is this where he was hurt during the fire? Poor boy...

She moaned as his tip rubbed between her slithering wet lobes and slowly, he slipped himself inside her as his kiss intensified. Swallowing her moans, he slowly and steadily went inside. His fingers gently kneaded her twin peaks and she could feel that he is restricting himself to be gentle.

There was pain. But it was not that unbearable as she thought. Even she was surprised that his long, thick shlong could enter her without much pain when his finger caused a lot of pain.

Biology is an amazing thing. Maybe his fingers already broke her hymen entirely, or it’s different because this time she was tuned properly before his thing entered.

Whatever...

"I’m inside..." he spoked against her cheek. His shaky voice and controlled breath revealed the restraint he is putting up so not to hurt her.

"We are one, Minnie... You want to see?" he looked at her with a playful smirk.

She lifted her head up. She was not feeling like getting embarrassed. This act she is doing was a mystery to her. She thought that she would never know what it is until her death. But since she is here, she wanted to know everything she has to know about this.

She could see that he was still not all in. A quarter was left.

Is it because I am short that his thing doesn’t fit? But then how much length can I accept? He was very long too, right?

She wondered.

She met his eyes. "I’m going to move...gently as possible," he said.

She nodded.

And it hurt a bit. She hid her face in his neck. She placed her hand on the angel tattoo. His heart was racing uncontrollably.

As he thrusted inside her, she noticed that he is getting more and more deep inside her. And it hit her somewhere inside. It hurt there too.

But as he continued moving the pain subsided and she started feeling another sort of pleasure inside her. When his manhood hit at certain spots...what’s that feeling?

She couldn’t stop moaning when that feeling hit her. It was sooo good.

No wonder people like doing this... It is good!

"Ah, you’re loosening up a bit..." he said biting her earlobe. "Just enough..."

She didn’t know what he meant. Even his bites didn’t hurt but made "that" feeling intensify.

What sorcery is this? And why do I keep on making weird noises?

When she looked at his face, he was making all sorts of expressions she never thought she could see on his face along with the occasional guttural grunts.

He seemed to be enjoying this too.

Not bad...

"You feel so good, mousy..." he grunted nibbling on her neck.

His thrusts started to intensify. She who thought that the "spasms" or whatever she was feeling till then at intervals was good, was in for a grand surprise.

Whatever that "feeling" was that twitched her insides... It was so intense and at that moment she felt like she was riding on a wall of wave rising to the clouds.

Followed by that was Leander’s ferocious kiss and her insides getting filled up with something warm. She could feel him twitching inside her.

"Mousy, I..."

I want to protect you...

She couldn’t hear what he said before slumping on top of her. He kissed the nook of her neck as he rested on her shoulder. He was panting and his skin was slick with sweat.

Viviana hugged him and patted his head. His hair was wet and still, it was smooth. She kissed his hair. He smelled musky and nice. He was so big and as he lay on top of her, she felt embraced by him. She felt secure.

"You did good..." she whispered as she caressed his hair.

Every time she bandaged his wound, he would expect her to pet his hair. This time too, she smiled as he nuzzled his head comfortably on her chest so she would pat his head more.

She couldn’t stop smiling. She wondered why. Even after it ended, she couldn’t get down from the high cloud she was floating on.

She remembered reading somewhere that the hormone oxytocin that is released after intimacy triggers feelings of love, security, and trust.

Maybe that is what it is.

She wondered what he is feeling.

He might not feel the same as her. For men, sex is not some emotional thing but something that gives them happiness and pleasure.

Whatever! She was happy that she was able to feel the pleasure that she never thought she would feel.

Leander slid to the side and then stayed still in her embrace to let her pat his head. The feeling of his naked skin on her turned her hot once more.

Honestly, it is a bit addicting.

She wondered if this is a one-time thing or if they will have to do this often.

Often... She didn’t know how many days she has left.

She took in a deep breath. Maybe it is time for her to wake up. This was a pleasant dream. She should get back to the ground where she belongs. She is not a bird to stay in the sky.

She had no idea what Leander was thinking. But as the crowned heir of the Kastello empire, a barren won’t be allowed to stay by his side for long. It appeared that Leander’s family does not know about that truth yet.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have insisted on carrying on this tradition of their family. She’d already be dead.

She looked at him. She could only see his hair.

What are you thinking, Kastello? What are you planning with me?

Should I ground myself already, or can I stay floating like this a little longer?

It’s nice to be floating...

Can I? For a little while longer...?