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Chapter thirty-two

I looked around the familiar room, feeling a sense of peace. Rose petals littered every surface. Candles made seductive shadows as the moon shined above us through the open glass ceiling. It was snowing here too, which I was thankful for. A buffet of cheeses, fruits, and delicacies was set out on the table along with an assortment of wine. I was home.

“Is this okay?” asked Deus, sliding an arm around me.

“Of course it is,” I replied, leaning into him. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I didn’t know if you’d prefer something a bit more … fancy.”

I laughed. “You mean, a secluded castle in Romania doesn’t cut it?” I wrapped my arms around his waist.

“I just … I wanted our first moments as husband and wife to be spent here … in our home. The place where it all began.”

“It’s perfect, Deus … just like you.” I pressed a kiss to his Adam’s apple, feeling a shiver go through his body. “Now … if I recall, you promised you’d show me a thing or two, did you not?”

The demon inside of him growled with delight. His desire surged down our mental bridge, only to be met with my own. His eyes lit to life.

“My wife gets what my wife wants,” he said in a deep and sensual voice.

I pushed him back into a large high-backed chair near the fireplace, then stepped away. He tried to follow, but I used my power to keep him restrained. His eyebrow arched. A wicked smile followed. He unbuttoned his jacket, tossing it to the floor. His shoulders relaxed as he leaned back into the chair, draping his forearms on the armrests.

“No touching until I say,” I said tauntingly.

“We’ll see about that,” he replied, licking his lips.

I reached behind myself, tugging the zipper of my dress down until I felt it snag. Slowly, I slipped the sleeves down each arm, paused, then, peeled the fabric away from my midsection, revealing the lingerie Frankie had custom made for the dress.

It was red, strapless, with a neckline that plunged to where my lips parted between my legs. The wiring of the lingerie pushed my breasts up and over the top. The sheer fabric left nothing to the imagination.

I stepped out of my wedding dress, my gold high heels sparkling. The revealing outfit cut high over my hips, my legs on full display. I turned around, moving my hair. The piece covered nothing from behind, the small strings that hugged my butt cheeks barely visible, allowing my back end to be the main attraction.

Deus’s breathing deepened. His eyes glowed a bright red. One of his hands flexed into a fist as he took me in from head to toe. I sauntered to the couch in front of him, facing the fire. Crawling into the corner farthest away from him, I turned and placed one leg up on the cushion. The other fell away as I opened myself to him, ensuring he had the perfect view.

He growled, lunging for me, but before he could move from the chair, I slammed my magic forward, restraining him again.

“Am I going to have to handcuff you?” I asked.

He laughed. “I’m up for restraints if you are.”

I smiled. “Sit back.” Another rumble of frustration rattled deep inside of his chest, but he reluctantly did as I commanded.

I arched my back, my head falling on the arm of couch. My hand slowly traced my mouth, before I wet my fingers with my tongue. I traced a line from my lips down my neck towards my navel. The other hand teased my swollen, aching breasts, paying extra attention to my hardened nipples that pressed against the sheer red fabric.

I could feel his desire, his lust, raking against mine. The control I had over him set every nerve ending inside of me on fire. He tried to pull away from my magic, but I held firm, wanting him to lose all sense of control before I unleashed my demon prince.

I slid my fingers lower, moving the fabric between my legs to one side, letting him see how wet I already was for him. I brushed the bundle of nerves with a single finger, sending an electric shock through my system. A small moan slipped from me as I circled the area, imagining his fingers instead of my own.

Tracing the outline of my entrance, slightly opening myself to him, seemed to be his undoing. A cracking noise snapped me out of my bliss. I lifted my head to see the arms of the chair crushed underneath his grip. He was panting, face tense, his eyes flickering through different shades of red.

I smiled, slowly closing my legs and standing to move in front of him. He tracked me like a predator watching his prey. I knelt in front of him, trailing my hands up his firm, toned legs. My fingers brushed across his fully hardened length. My sex throbbed at the touch, remembering how it felt having him buried deep inside of me. I massaged the area over his pants, causing a groan to escape his lips.

“My love,” he whispered, his voice deep and desperate. I drew my eyes up to his. “If you like our home in its current state, I suggest you release your hold on me before I bring this entire mountain crumbling to the ground.”

I laughed, leaning my face into his, stopping just before our lips touched. I traced my tongue around his mouth softly and tightened my grip on his throbbing cock. He tried to press his lips to mine, but I froze him in place, pulling back, revealing my own devilish smile.

“I love how you think you’re in charge,” I whispered, trailing my tongue up the column of his neck. “Just so we’re clear,” I paused, pulling the button of his pants free. “You are mine.” I unzipped his pants. “To do whatever I see fit with.” With one forceful tug, his pants pulled away from his hips to his knees. “If I choose to subject you to torture—” I pulled his pants free of his legs, leaving him bare from the waist down. “—then that is what you must endure.”

A vibration shook the floor underneath my feet as I knelt before him. “Seren,” he growled, his face anguished. “I am serious,” he said between his teeth. Without acknowledging his plea, I wrapped one hand around the base of his thick cock, then circling his tip with my tongue.

“Fuck!” he roared. The taste of him set my core on fire. I slid my free hand down my body until my fingers found my entrance, plunging two inside, needing to sate the raging desire that was seeping from me. I inhaled deeply and took as much of him in my mouth as I could handle. My own control was slipping.

My fingers pumped while my head bobbed up and down on his perfect cock, the fist around his base, mimicking the motion. My tongue flickered across the underside of his dick, tracing that sensitive vein. I whimpered, trying to keep myself from coming. I wanted him to come first. I needed him to experience the passion he ignited inside of me, but before I could, my control slipped, along with the power I had on him.

In a flash, my back was against the floor in front of the fire. My fingers were replaced with his, while his mouth smashed into mine. His tongue thrashed in my mouth, desperate for any taste of me he could get. His hand pinned my arms above my head, restraining me. My legs quivered from the motion of his fingers. I cried out, the intensity overwhelming me, sending my head spinning.

He slowed his motion before pulling out of me completely. I whimpered, missing the feeling instantly. His blue eyes gazed down at me and he smiled, pressing a kiss to each corner of my mouth.

“That, my sweet little wife, was not very nice.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it,” I replied, my voice already horse from moaning.

I felt him chuckle against my neck as he continued to kiss any exposed skin he came across. He pulled away, looking down at the revealing lingerie that still clung to my body. His hand trailed my side, brushing across every curve.

“Have I ever told you how sinful you look in red?” he asked, tracing a finger around my left nipple. I arched my back, wanting him to grip the aching mounds instead.

“I think it’s my new favorite color,” I replied, wiggling underneath him, searching for his hardness I so desperately wanted pressed against my wet core.

“Glad to hear that,” he whispered against my lips, brushing his mouth across mine. He grazed the side of his face along my cheek. His teeth nipped at my earlobe softly before he said, “my turn. ”

When I opened my eyes, I stood, restrained to a large three-dimensional metal frame that created an open cube. I tried to bring my legs together, but I was trapped, unable to move. My body was extended in the form of an X. I went to use my power to free myself, but the well inside of me was blocked.

Deus appeared in front of me, now shirtless, wearing a pair of black, leather pants, unzipped just enough for me to see the top of his sex. He walked over to a table littered with sex toys and objects of pleasure.

“My powers,” I said.

“Don’t worry, my love, it’s only temporary. I couldn’t have you freeing yourself and ruining all my fun, now, could I?”

“How?”

He looked over his shoulder, nodding to the base of the platform. Small white crystals were evenly distributed around the base. “Astrolite crystals,” he explained. “They absorb any magic used within the circle. Once you leave the circle, all powers will be restored.” He turned towards me, stepping up onto the platform with a devious smile. “But not until I’m satisfied by your screams of pleasure.”

He slid a red blindfold over my eyes softly.

“Deus,” I whispered, slightly nervous about this new adventure we were about to embark upon. The blindfold slipped up. He held either side of my face, his beautiful eyes, only inches from mine.

“At any time, if you feel uncomfortable, we will stop,” he said sincerely. I nodded. “Do you trust me?” I nodded again. “Say it.”

“I trust you.”

He pressed a loving kiss to my lips before placing the blindfold over my eyes. A firm hand remained on my body as he circled me slowly. I felt a snap as he broke one of the strings of the lingerie, the front loosening. He snapped the last piece of fabric on my body, leaving me completely bare and helpless.

A shiver skidded across my skin as the cold breeze caused gooseflesh. His fingers trailed from my jaw down the length of my neck, tracing over each breast before moving to my hips and then my legs. A kiss pressed against my ankle. He worked his mouth up the length of my legs, alternating between the two while his hands covered the skin his mouth missed.

His lips moved to the center of my sex, causing my breath to catch. I needed this. I needed him. I needed to feel release. He kissed around the area, avoiding the place I needed his mouth the most.

“Please,” I whimpered, done playing games.

He paused. “Hmm,” he said, stroking his fingers lightly over my skin. “How I love to hear you beg.” Too quickly, his tongue slid up the slit of my wet, aching sex, his soft lips sucking one, hard time on my bundle of nerves before pulling away. I gasped, gripping my leather restraints, feeling like I was going to lose my balance.

A moment passed, then I sensed his presence on the platform, and my body began to shift in the air. I went from upright to flat on my back, suspended in the air, still held by the cuffs on my ankles and wrists. A cold, hard object rolled across my abdomen, moving towards my center. It slid down my lips, opening me, sending shivers down my spine from the cool material.

Deus traced the object around my entrance, placing his thumb on top of my slit, making small circles. I took a breath and then the object was pressed inside of me. I gasped as he thrust the object into me entirely. He turned it slowly, allowing me to feel every carving and groove that was designed for my pleasure. His tongue lapped at my swollen clit slowly, as if savoring the taste. He began to move the object in and out, moaning as he kissed and sucked.

I moaned with pleasure, my body completely overtaken by the feelings. His pace quickened, the pressure inside of me building. Faster and faster he pumped, turning the object in circles as my insides clenched around it. No longer in control of myself, I held my breath, shaking in release as I came all over the object.

Before I could finish, the object was removed, replaced by his mouth as he ate me into another uncontrollable orgasm. He was ravenous, taking me entirely in his mouth while his tongue thrashed from my clit to inside of my hole, tasting every moan and release of pleasure. Somehow he freed my legs, placing them over his shoulders, pulling me into his mouth deeper while his fingers dug into my skin.

I screamed his name as my body began to seize and shake uncontrollably, but he didn’t stop. His tongue and lips made love to me so desperately, it sent a massive push of need down the bond. I ripped and strained at the cuffs, trying to get to him.

I needed to touch him. To feel him inside of me, finally complete.

“Please,” I cried, rattling the cuffs against the metal frame. “Deus, please. I need you. I need you, baby. Please.”

Finally, my wish was granted. He removed his mouth long enough to unlatch the cuffs from the metal frame, leaving them secured around my wrists. He picked me up by the ass, wrapping my legs around his waist as I took his mouth with my own, running my hands through his jet-black hair. My nails scraped down his back, tearing into him with the animalistic need he had unleashed inside of me. He slammed me into the bed, tearing his pants from his hips. I parted my legs, pulling his torso to mine, and then—

Stars erupted in a haze of black and red light. I screamed as he filled me completely. There was nothing tender or calm about our movements. We were desperate for one another, with a need that would never be satisfied. He rammed into me like a wild animal, tangling his fingers in my white hair, pulling my head back as he sank his teeth into my neck.

My nails buried into his back, holding on as I felt my soul being ripped from my body, consumed by his own. Faster and faster, we crashed against the mattress. Release erupted from my body and I held onto him, afraid I was going to lose myself. A moment later, his followed, his body tensing while his skin flared in gooseflesh from the sensation.

His body pressed against mine as our breathing calmed. I could feel his heart hammering against his chest. He lifted his head, hovering above me and smiled lazily. His fingers brushed my sweaty temple, moving the damp hair from my skin.

He licked his lips. “That was …"

“… incredible,” I finished.

“It amazes me. In all my years, I have never experienced this kind of passion with another. And here I thought I had already lived a full life.”

I laughed. “Surprise.”

“Yes … you are just that. A surprise.” He pressed a soft kiss to my lips before rolling to my side, pulling me into the curve of his body, wrapping his arms firmly around me. “How are you feeling?”

“Amazing,” I replied with a smile, nuzzling my nose into his neck.

His fingers trailed down the length of my spine. “Is there anything else I could do to satisfy the needs of my wife?”

“Mm, your wife is completely and utterly satisfied. But I wouldn’t mind being held for a bit, if you don’t mind.”

“It would be my pleasure,” he replied, pressing a kiss to my head .

“Today was the happiest moment of my life,” I whispered, the emotions of the day tightening around my heart. “Everything was perfect.”

“It truly was. And you were exquisite. I’ve never seen something more beautiful. Not in all my years.”

“I find that hard to believe. I mean, you’ve been looking at that sexy reflection for eternity. How could I possibly beat that?”

He laughed. “Don’t be fooled. You outshine me in every way. Now, I suggest you close your eyes and get some rest, because that little contraption over there is just the beginning.”