Chapter 326 - Yellow Petal
Ileus looked at her with passion in his eyes and placed a kiss on her forehead. He intertwined his fingers with hers and asked, "What are you thinking about me?" his wolf too pleased to listen to her answer. He brushed his thumb on the inside of her wrist and pressed her knuckles to his lips. Her skin tingled when he did that and it invoked a desire to have him somewhere else on her body. He pulled her in his lap.
She looked at the light wound on his arm where Circe had tried to attack him. "We should call the healers so that your wound heals quickly." Though she could see that his skin had started healing already.
"It's nothing," he said and curled his fingers beneath her chin to lift her head. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and her chest rose and fell quickly. The thought that Circe had injured him filled her with rage. She hated the witch for even attempting to swing her claws towards him. She swallowed her saliva when her gaze fell on his wound again.
Then his lips brushed hers softly as his fangs grazed the lower lip. That brought her out of her fury and undid her. She snaked her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers in his hair. She pressed a passionate kiss on his lips and suddenly she found herself rolled beneath her vokudlak. "Hold the bedpost and don't leave it. I am going to make you come hard," he promised. He lowered himself as she did what he demanded. She held the bedpost. He separated her thighs and began kissing her on the inside.
She quivered in anticipation and left one of her hands to entwine in his hair. "Keep your hands up, Anastasia!" he growled and her hands went back up. He reached her apex and then after kissing her clit, he lowered his tongue to slide it inside of her. Anastasia looked up as the canopy of flowers started forming all around them. Red and pink roses bloomed.
"Ah!" she said, too much sensation hitting her at once. She pushed her hips forward to match his ministrations, but he pinned them to the bed and licked and sucked her all the way until she moaned and groaned his name. She arched her body and fell back on the sheets. She wanted to pull him up and kiss him senseless, she wanted him to stretch her. Her hands reached him but he growled and grazed her in protest and she took them back. The pain of not being able to hold him and the pleasure that his tongue was giving was a lethal combination. Just as she wanted to come, he removed his tongue and she cried. Ileus lifted his head to see her. Giving her a feral grin, he slid his finger inside her core.
"Gods!" she cried. Her body arched again. He pumped his fingers inside her at a speed that the heat that had pooled inside her body uncoiled at a serpentine speed and she came around his fingers with his name on her tongue. The world just shattered around her as waves and waves of pleasure hit her.
Ileus moved up to her navel, kissed her there and then rested his head on it. She lowered her fingers to his hair and tangled them. But he had other plans. He grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head. She was mesmerized at the way he looked at her… so intense, so sexy… He had been with her through every mistake and every victory, every depressing moment and every tender one. She couldn't help feeling that she was lucky to have him in his life. He positioned himself in front of her core as a shudder passed through his body at the touch. She entwined her legs around his waist to pull him closer and curled her wings to encircle his body in her warmth. He lowered his face to kiss her lips and immediately the kiss deepened into something passionate. When the tip of his crown brushed her core, her nails dug in his shoulders and she lifted her hips up in response. "Please," she said in a hoarse voice, done with his teasing.
He reared back and lifted her with him on his lap. He grabbed her hips and slowly lowered her on his shaft. "Ahhh!" she groaned, her head falling back and her nails digging into his shoulders. He bucked his hips and thrust with force. "Look at me, Ana," he demanded and she somehow managed to open her eyes only halfway. He thrust inside her more as she matched his speed. "I love you, princess," he said.
The veins in her wings throbbed and pulsated silver like lightning. "I love you too," she whispered. "A lot."
He grabbed her head and pulled her to kiss her lips. She didn't know when but he had lowered her to the bed and was now thrusting inside senselessly. With every pounding stroke, she was thrown towards the edge.
He whispered, "I will fight for you, princess."
Thrust.
"And I will die for you, princess."
Thrust.
"Because you are the queen and I am your king."
He began pounding inside her and release came to her like lightning that forked in the skies, like a violent storm in the seas. His body shuddered as he bellowed to the ceiling and released inside her. When he was done, he collapsed over her as ragged breaths ravaged his chest.
They stayed in that position for a long time until Anastasia curled into the warmth of his body. He tucked both of them with a sheet and stroked her hair and back with his long fingers. The last words on her lips were, "I love you…" and then she slumbered off to sleep.
It was towards the dawn that a yellow flower bloomed in the midst of the canopy over the bed. It hung over them in full bloom, looking at their serene faces, deep in the sleep. A petal from the rose fell on her face and slid down to her pillow.
Anastasia woke up with a start to the noise of hundreds of birds trilling away and a roar in the garden. She chuckled. Seashell must be chasing them away or perhaps showing who was the owner here. She turned her head to look at the man who was sleeping next to her. His dark hair had fallen over his forehead. She brushed them back and pressed a kiss to his lips. Her eyes went to the yellow petal on the pillow and frown formed. She picked it up and turned it in her fingers. She had never seen a yellow flower in the canopy. Strange. Her gaze traveled up to the canopy and she found the yellow rose in full bloom staring right in her face. "Wow!" she said. She stretched her hand to pluck it, but the next second she was rolled on a rock-hard chest.
"My little brother needs attention, sweetheart," he murmured.
She giggled. "When does it not need attention?"
"That's right," he mumbled and slid inside her. He groaned as he sleepily pumped inside her.