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Belle gives me the space to do that, and all the while she massages the knots from my shoulders and down over my back. Her hands on my skin at first are soothing, a welcome relief fromthe knots of anxiety in my body, but soon the tension is fading, and my thoughts begin to shift. Her touch is fire, burning across my shoulders, soaking a feverish desire into my body. My cock is swollen, hard against the mattress as I become hyperaware of each movement she makes sitting on top of me.
I shift beneath her, rolling onto my back so that she’s sitting straddled over my chest. She looks down at me and presses her hands against my chest. Her face is too beautiful for words as her long, soft brown hair falls over her shoulders, framing her.
My hands brush over her thighs, onto her hips as I lift her and push her further back, so that she isn’t sitting on my chest, but over my hips.
She grins as she feels my cock, hard between her spread legs.
“You’re still very tense, um, in certain areas,” she giggles.
“Mm. I am,” I nod, my eyes roaming her face, over her lips, staring into those gorgeous blue eyes of hers.
“Use me,” she whispers, her words sending a wild thrill racing through my body. My cock throbs with desire.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my words coming out as a dark growl.
She nods, her eyes glittering.
“Use me however you need me,” she whispers again, leaning forward, she brushes her thumb over my lips.
I reach up and grab her face in my hands and pull her lips down onto mine.
I’ve been waiting all night to kiss her, and now she’s offered herself to me freely. I no longer have to fight for control.
Chapter 21 - Belle
My heart races with anticipation. I’ve wanted him to take me since the moment he arrived home. I wanted to be there for him in whatever way he needed, but I’ve been fighting for control as my hands roamed his body for the last twenty minutes.
The moment I give him permission, I see the darkness of his eyes deepen.
He doesn’t even hesitate.
He reaches up and grabs my jaw in his massive hand and pulls my lips down onto his. His mouth locks over mine as he claims me with reverent need.
He lifts his hips as his lips push mine apart. He slides his tongue into my mouth as he thrusts his cock upwards, rubbing it against me.
My body screams, heart racing and skin burning as his fingers dig into my thigh.
I moan against his mouth, and it seems to send him spiraling deeper into his lust.
He wraps his hand around the back of my head, threading his fingers through my hair as he pulls tightly.
Ardalion rolls, throwing me off his lap and onto my back. In a second, he’s lying over me, his lips locked with mine again as he threads his arm between my legs and lifts my ass, dragging me closer to his side.
I gasp, arching my back, relishing his hand over my body, exploring me, touching me, gripping tightly against my skin.
He growls as he deepens the kiss, his monstrous cock pressed against my thigh.
“You have no idea how badly I need you,” he whispers darkly against my ear. It sends a shiver of goosebumps across my flesh.
Ardalion grabs the edges of my pink silk sleep shorts and tugs them off my legs. I kick them away when they reach my ankles. He grabs the inside of my thigh and pulls my legs apart, pushing his hand upwards towards the heat building in my body.
His fingers brush over my pussy, and I let out a sharp cry of pleasure. I didn’t realize how desperate I was to feel his touch.
He slides his fingers over my wetness, dipping them inside me, and I shudder, closing my eyes and tilting my head backwards as they slide in and out of me in slow, teasing strokes.
“Ardalion,” I murmur, barely a whisper.
“I want my name on your lips, Belle. And something else.”
