Chapter 187 A Slight Movement

Chapter ?187 A Slight Movement

Eltanin kissed her on her cheeks, the eyebrows, eyelids, the tip of her nose, her ears and left a trail right to her mouth. When he plunged his tongue in her mouth, she tasted like him. He swept his tongue all over making her moan. She threaded her fingers in his hair and grasped them. When he pulled away, she cried reluctantly.

"There's a book that Ileus gave me when we were coming back from Hydra Kingdom. It's all about different positions we can try and then some more," he said. A scandalous expression settled over her face. "Would you want to try something out of it?" he asked. The pink of cheeks said otherwise.

"I don't know..." she said in a little reluctant voice, afraid of what he was talking about. "You have to show me what you are talking about." The pink of her cheeks deepened as a small frown marred her forehead.

He chortled. "Of course, love. "And I think you ought to get into more dinner and lunches with guests and women of nobility."

"Why?" she asked as he caressed her back.

"The women out there are worse than the spies of kings. They love to talk about their bedroom ventures and intimacies of kings and queens."

"Calaman's horns!" she rasped. "I would never do that!"

She blinked her eyes. "This is outrageous! I would never reveal about my husband's sexual prowess to others!"

Eltanin jerked his head back and then he roared into laughter. "I don't want you to," he replied. But he loved his innocent wife. She didn't know that he was a much talked about man in the bedrooms or otherwise as far as his sexual prowess was concerned.

He traced the contours of her shoulders to her breasts, the dip of her waist and then her hips. "I would rather have this conversation with you because whatever you do to me in the bed is..." her voice trailed off as she again blushed and lowered her eyes.

He curled his fingers beneath her chin and tipped her face up. "Is what, Tania?"

She bit her lips feeling utterly shy of committing things he does to her.

"Hmmm?" he goaded when she hesitated.

In a very low voice she breathed, "It is lovely."

"You like it?"

When she nodded, her praise heated his blood and his lips curled up. "But don't preen so much, Draka King," she added. "I was so afraid of you when I first met you. I thought you would refuse me because I was just a slave."

He paused and pulled away to peer at her. "Refuse you? Do you even know what you are to me?" If she would want, he would pluck the stars from the entire sky and give them to her. "I will give you anything you asked for. Refusing you is not out of question, it is something I never even thought. In fact, I was afraid that you would reject me--"

She placed a finger on his lips and placed a kiss on her finger. "I'd rather reject my life than reject you."

He removed her finger from his lips. Mapping her face with his fingers, he said, "Woman of my dreams, I do love you."

She leaned over his ear and whispered, "And I love you, man of dreams."

His hand went to her breast. He started flicking her nipples with his fingers as he cupped the back of her head and pulled her face to his. He kissed her deeply as he rolled her nipples in between his fingers. She arched her body, pressing her belly against his swollen cock as her toes curled. "Oh God!" He took his finger down to her belly and then rolled her over on her back. He spread her wider and flicked her clit until her legs trembled, until she moaned his name. She started chasing her orgasm and was on the verge when he broke his kiss and removed his hand. "You can't stop!" she protested.

"I just did, love." He got up and she watched his muscles flexing, each of those hollows and rises that knew her lips. He maneuvered himself between her legs. "Watch me!" he said as he fisted his shaft, aiming for her crotch. She went wide-eyed, as she watched him and she couldn't believe that she still found it fascinating when he did that after all the times he had taken her earlier. Would she ever grow tired of it?

He delved his head inside and she moaned, welcoming the feel of it. Slowly, he went deeper inside her. "Are you okay?" he asked. When she nodded, he slowly took it out and then started thrusting himself in her. She clutched his biceps, digging her nails in his flesh, marking him in her own way. Soon his thrusts became demanding. She removed her hands from his biceps and clutched the pillow on both sides of her head. His gaze traveled from her hands to her hands. When she stretched her arms over her head and crossed them, his lids became heavy. She felt his cock pulse inside her.

He bent down to kiss her and tongued his taste. When he thrust inside her, he raked her nipples again and again. One of his hands trailed down to her crotch and his thumb plunged into her clit. He started rubbing her clit as she moaned into his mouth. Finally, he broke the kiss and they both dragged rough breaths. She watched how his powerful body was covered in sweat. His rigid muscles flexed as he thrust between her thighs. As he plunged into her, his balls slapped against the curve of her hips. He removed his finger from her clit and took it to her buttocks. He gripped her buttock tightly and his finger dug deep into her flesh out there. He squeezed her harder as he plunged into her with more speed. He brought his finger very close to her ass and she moaned.

His breaths heaving, his hips rocking, she groaned and called his name. She was going mindless, about to come. Every sensation became a thousand times more enhanced. His sweat-slicked hips rubbed her thighs as the hair on his legs abraded her calves. She was panting and was on the edge when he said, "I will take that pretty little ass of yours one day!"

She exploded and arched off the bed. Her breasts grinded against his chest and she keened as her muscles clenched around his cock. She was still coming when the muscles of his arms became bowstring taut. His neck muscles strained as he pounded his hips. Suddenly, he stilled, his cock pulsated for one more time before he pulsated inside her and then he ejaculated inside her. "Tania!" he bellowed as he shot his seeds inside her, filling her with it arc upon hot arc.

Once he had come inside her, he slumped over her. His body was still quaking and so was hers. She trailed her fingers up and down his back as he kissed the hollow of her neck running his lips all along.

She didn't know for how long they lay like this, but she wondered what else could there be in the book that Ileus gave Eltanin. It certainly wouldn't be better than this. Little did she know that Eltanin was already practicing those moves on her. Later that night, the two of them lay on their sides, facing each other as the soft buttery glow of fire lit the room.

"Where are Rolfe and Ileus now?" she asked. "I wish I could go back to Draka because I want to start translating Yunabi, but my father wants me to stay here for at least a week."

He closed his eyes and pulled her closer to him. "A week is a lot, Tania. I have to go back. How long can I stay away from Draka?"

Her heart dropped to her stomach. She became silent wondering what it would be without him for the next few days. He tucked her head beneath his chin and said, "Let's see... don't be so sad. Your sadness doesn't bode well with me."

"Can't you stay here for just one more week?" she asked.

He chuckled. Even he couldn't stay away from her.

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Rigel couldn't sleep, couldn't wink an eye, couldn't eat, couldn't breathe. All his life he had been so carefree and now all of a sudden, his life seemed to center around his little mate. It was as if he existed on this earth for her. He was so much into having two girls at a time. His orgies were famous. But now-- now all he wanted was to be with her or touch her. Even a simple touch of hers would soothe his nerves.

He paced his room for the entire night and even when there was one noise from the adjacent room, he would dash out of his door and wonder what had happened. What if she fell from the bed on the floor? She was at a high risk of injuring herself. Rigel had never been so worried in his life. He would rest his forehead on her door and hope she would open it, but he would meet with silence. That should put him at peace, right? But after a long silence he would start worrying if she was fine or not. Maybe, she had fainted from an injury. He was on the verge of pounding on her door, when all at once he heard a slight movement, as if something scraped against the door.