Ileus: The Dark Prince Chapter 431 - Stake My Claim

Chapter 431 - Stake My Claim

"—this is my favorite spot," he spoke over her skin and then pressed his lips on her swollen bud. She jerked and her eyes closed. He lifted his head to look at her bud and latched his mouth over there. Anastasia's hips bucked and she cried loudly. Ileus sucked her over there and didn't know if his fangs grazed her there. All he knew was the desire cruising through his body for her. He swirled his tongue around her bundle of nerves, and said, "Lie down, love. It will take me a long time before I finish."

She shuddered and lowered her head on the fur. She closed her eyes and after that she was all sensations. His tongue went lower. He pressed a kiss at her core before delving it inside. He put his finger inside and continued to lick her deep and slow, as if enjoying it at his leisure without bothering how she was feeling. And Anastasia-she was bucking her hips up to match his strokes, greedily.. He took his finger out, only to bring back in with one more. She didn't know where his fingers were hitting her on the inside, but as they hit her, he licked her and sucked her and she knew that she was ruined for her life. "Aly!" she breathed out as a wave of pleasure rippled through her. She was getting close to her climax. Her hands went to his hair and she threaded her fingers in them. He took his fingers out and then sucked her there as his fangs dug into her flesh. Anastasia gripped his hair hard and then shrieked as the sharp sting of his fangs tipped her over the edge.

The liquid head that had pooled in her belly uncoiled at a serpentine speed, down her legs and up her spine. Her eyes rolled in her head as all she could see were stars in her vision. He was relentless as he continued to suck hard, lapping her arousal with his tongue. Her body arched as her limbs became putty. He brought his hand to her stomach and pressed her down and carried on devouring her. She was lost in so many sensations that she wondered if it would ever last. She wanted it all to end and then start again. She felt she was everywhere and then nowhere. The pleasure he wrung out from her was terrifying, swathed in shards of love.

She moved her hips more towards his mouth and lifted her head to see how his muscles in the back flexed and tensed beneath the skin. When he looked up, his lips were glistening and swollen. "G.o.ds, you look so beautiful, Anastasia," he said seeing her pleasure, s.e.x, desire-filled eyes. He wiped his mouth and then knelt. Her a.s.s lifted slightly in the air. He rubbed his already throbbing erection on her core and she came all over again. He used her wetness by rubbing his c.o.c.k over it. "I am going to come in you," he said and then pushed himself inside her in one swift motion. "Ahhh!" he breathed and stilled as he felt her inside. She was so ready and wet and tight that his beast wanted to savor it. His fangs lengthened more. He held her hips to still her. His chest and upper arms became slick with sweat. He hissed and then took his p.e.n.i.s out only to thrust it once again inside her. She cried his name. And that was it. He pounded inside her like a piston until he tipped his head back and then came with a bellow.

She was hardly aware of the time they spent in pleasuring each other but sleep came when it was almost dawn. He had pulled her on his chest and she had curled over him. Her added weight was only a comfort to him. She was with him, near him, protected and safe. His fingers went to her belly. He splayed them over there and whispered to his unborn baby, "How are you little one? Let's go back to where you belong…" He wanted to leave Tibris as soon as possible and go back to Draoidh. He wanted to take her back to the luxury she deserved. "I love you…" he murmured. Over the last few days, there had been so much tension and he was amazed as to how being with her, driving his c.o.c.k in her was like coming home. His tension had eased a lot and slowly he too drifted off to sleep.

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Rolfe jerked his eyes open only to find warm and soft hands over his stomach. His limbs were aching but after he was attacked by his father, he had lost all sense in the world. Opening eyes and seeing Iona huddled in a chair beside his bed was like a miracle. Was he dreaming? He stared at the raven black hair and brought his hands to feel the silk of it. He chuckled when he realized they were real. They shone against the red embers of the hearth. Morning rays filtered through the holes of shuttered windows on which fur was hung to keep the cold out.

Iona stirred and sprang up. "Rolfy!" she said and jumped to hug him tightly. "Oh G.o.ds!" she cried and wrapped her hands around his neck. She showered a thousand kisses on his face, his lips, his cheeks, nose and ears. "You are awake! G.o.ds, I love you!" She laughed and she cried. He had healed completely. She didn't know that she could be this happy in her life, that life could give her a second chance with her mate. She was on the brink of following him to wherever he was, and now— "I missed you so much!" she said through her tears, which made his skin wet.

Rolfe wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up on his chest. "I missed you too…" he said and kissed her on the crown of her head. The girl was trembling. He tucked her inside his fur but she was too excited. "Calm down," he chuckled.

"No," she replied as she kissed the hair on his chest. "I have lots of complaints!" she said through her tears. "You are not allowed to leave me alone like this!" In those dark moments when his life was hanging on a thread, she realized what it was to be a mate. The connection was so deep, so basic that it was like jagged shards sc.r.a.ping her soul when he was almost dying. "You will be punished for this insolence!" She didn't know where to start and where to end.

"I want you to punish me, love," he replied sincerely. "But not before I make you my queen."

She jerked her head up and stared with her golden yellow eyes in his intense green ones. He wiped her tears and in a low soft voice said, "I will propose to you properly too."

"Rolfe…" she murmured softly, feeling ensnared by him.

He smoothed her hair back. "It is time I stake my claim to the kingdom of Galahar, Iona. I can't wait to make you the queen."

Her lips tugged up and her cheeks warmed. "I think you need a bath first," she replied.