Ileus: The Dark Prince Chapter 565 - Beautiful Beyond Words

Chapter 565 - Beautiful Beyond Words

Dark heat coiled through his body as Kaizan held her wrist tightly, so tightly that she was surely going to get marks there. Desire, l.u.s.t, fear—they cruised through him on a relentless wave. Her fragile shoulders, slender arms and soft b.r.e.a.s.t.s he longed to nuzzle and suckle. He was pushed to madness that he had held at bay for so many years.

He had only held her wrists but the heat that surged through them flowed out encompa.s.sing her slowly in circles, wrapping her in its warm embrace and then mixing with her own heat that had pooled in her belly. And now Olivia couldn't deny that she desired the man in front of her ever since she had seen him for the first time in the hollow of the tree. The wolf made her fantasies come true. He was like a mountain lion on his hunt and she was willing to be his prey. She stared into his warm hazel eyes and infused every speck of desire she felt for him.

"Kaizan."

He tightened his grasp on her wrist and closed his eyes as if savoring that word in her mouth. When his eyes were closed, for the hundredth time she noticed that he was so beautiful.

"I won't deny that I have had women before," he said in a hoa.r.s.e voice. "But I think it was your face I imagined with each of them." Her face was the one in his fantasies.

She gaped at his admission and when he opened his eyes, they were full of need. "And it was never enough. I needed… you."

Her heart started pounding in her ears as her knees buckled. Stunned, she looked at him with complete silence as her eyes locked with his.

"Come with me."

The silence stretched between them until his knuckles went white watching her, wondering about her answer. Olivia had climbed the tallest cliff of her life when she married him, never knowing that she would readily choose to fall from it. "Yes," she replied softly.

His throat bobbed up and down, as he let his grasp loosen around her wrists. He pulled her up and intertwined his fingers in hers. Slowly, he led her out of the library. He exhaled raggedly as he walked her up the stairs to their bedchamber, brus.h.i.+ng the back of her palm with his fingers softly. His admission, his desire, his touch—it raked a nest of b.u.t.terflies in her stomach.

They stopped right in front of their room. He opened the door and Olivia dropped the last bit of inhibition when she crossed the threshold, guided by the man who had stolen her heart in merely five days of marriage.

The fire in the hearth illuminated the room in soft amber glow. She heard the door closing behind her with a decisive click. He held her hand and then stroked her cheek. He brought his hands to her lips to feel their sensual softness and he was tempted to capture them in a long pa.s.sionate kiss. Just as he was thinking this, her tongue darted out to taste those fingers. He stilled at her reaction as he held his breath. She took her fingers and swept them across his jaw, his neck and the base of his neck. He stood there with his muscles coiled in tension. Her hands wandered to his chest over his s.h.i.+rt. She could feel those muscles jumping beneath her chest. He was all muscles, strength and hotness and virility. Olivia let out a sigh. She would never get enough of him.

He held her hand tightly, stopping her movements. Then he wrapped his arm behind her and brought her closer. She craned her neck to look at him and before she knew anything, his lips were on hers. She opened to him seeking his tongue and letting him take over. His tongue entered her mouth and stroked her in every nook and corner. It was as if he wanted to possess every part of her body. He deepened his kiss as he began thrusting his hips. As he kissed, his hands went lower to her b.u.t.tocks, which he squeezed, making her moan in his mouth.

She opened his tunic and he simply sliced her s.h.i.+ft and the cotton gown out of frustration. When she looked up at him, he was naked, his face was flushed and his lips swollen by her fervent kisses. "I want to see you fully, Olivia, bathed in nothing but the glow of fire. I hope you don't mind me tearing your gown." A blush crept on her cheeks and she unlaced the lace on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She was left standing in front of him with her hair open and skin bathed in amber and gold.

His eyes flickered a black as his desires darkened. He removed her hair from her breast and swept them over her shoulder. He raked his gaze from her breast to in between her thighs and then up. A shudder pa.s.sed through him seeing her naked for the first time. He had been going crazy about the feel of those b.r.e.a.s.t.s in her hand, the need to cup her s.e.x and possess her inside. His hands went to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and he circled them. His fingers touched the sensitive buds and she cried, arching instinctively for him. "You are beautiful beyond words, Olivia," he said in a ruined voice. When he leaned down to kiss her again, he cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s hard.

Olivia knew that he was demanding something fiercer, something harder, something to quench the need that was surging through him. As he kissed her, he squeezed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and rolled her nipples until she was writhing his hands and groaning in his mouth. He left her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and went to her b.u.t.ts pulling them hard against his erection. A wave of desire spread all over her as she wanted him urgently inside her with his fangs buried in her flesh. She broke his kiss and said in a breathy voice, "Do you want to save this tunic?"

Kaizan took his tunic out followed by his pants. He stood before her naked, his skin burnished in the glow of fire.. She gasped.