She sat gracefully and set her glass on the table. When he just stood there, she said shyly patting the couch, “Here, sit down, you know I can’t reach you if you’re standing.”
It appeared to Sveti that he was warring with himself, questioning whether he had the will power to be so close to her in that flimsy dress and not jump her. When he sat down, she let out her held breath.
He turned his back to her. Moving her skirt aside, she got on her knees on the firm cushion, and slowly, gently, untied the braids she could reach, drawing her fingers through each one combing the kinks out. When not braided, his hair was bone silky straight. “Mmmm, Devilos, your hair is so soft.”
“You are surprised?” he asked with a chuckle.
One shoulder bumped in a half shrug. “Well, everything else on you is so hard. Your chest, your shoulders, your big rocky arms, even your face, everything is hard-” She broke off feeling the heat rise up her body, knowing what he was thinking. His horns swelled above the braids.
Watching them, she wondered what they felt like. She tentatively stroked a finger like a breath over the curve of one. It jumped, as did the rest of him.
“Shit, Svetiessa!”
“I’m sorry, I was…curious, did I hurt you?”
He grunted, giving his body a settling shake. “Nay, they are sensitive, like my, uh, they are somewhat parallel to my…manhood.” He’d never been bashful to speak frankly about such things, except, now, Sveti was so sweet, shy, untouched except by him.
Hmm, he rather liked the thought that he was the only man to ever have been with her.
His horns pulsed from her caress. Normally he didn’t care for women touching his horns. Those that did without asking were given a warning bite, and not a sensual one.
His mouth hitched up at the edge in a short smile. “Feel free to touch anything on me you want, honey, just know, the hotter I get, the less control I wield.”
“Ahem,” clearing her throat, she murmured, “uh, there, I’ve gotten all the ones in the back and to the side, you need to turn around and bend your head over.”
He twisted around, saw her telltale pink cheeks and knew she was well aware her comment made them both think about how hard his shaft could be, and at the moment, was. He bent his head so she could reach the top of it.
His loose hair glided around his shoulders veiling the sides of his rugged face. Unfortunately, he was now eye-level with her cleavage. “This, uh,” he took a stiff breath, “this is the first time anyone other than myself or Brahms has unbraided my hair.”
“Oh really? None of your, um, other women did this?” She tucked the tip of her tongue out of the corner of her mouth as she plucked the twined hair apart.
He glanced up and saw her tongue. Damn but he wanted it in his mouth, to suck on. His snort was of inconsequence. “Hell no, I never stayed long enough with a woman to-” Of course no woman had ever offered before, not that he would have let anyone other than Brahms groom his hair. But, Zues this was sweet, fucking intimate.
“Svetiessa, I don’t want to talk about other women. As far as I’m concerned, there were none before you and there won’t be any after. I did not marry any of them, I married you. Let’s not bring other people into our wedding night, okay?”
“Hmmm.” It made her stomach pinch picturing her warlord with his Greek godlike body with another woman. His lips on a voluptuous, robust woman, Rianna perhaps, the kind he likes, and his strong, demanding hands groping her enormous breasts while sucking a nipple into his handsome mouth.
“Devilos, um, I am not like your other women, the type you like. Why have you saddled yourself to me?” Her hands paused on a braid.
An annoyed growl brewed, he curled a finger under her chin, meeting her perplexed gaze. “Svetiessa,” he growled and took a breath.
“Wife, I have explained that to you. Those kinds of women were easy and fast, a source of release only. You,” he slipped his fingertips through the side of her hair and brushed her lips lightly with his, his voice lowered sensually, “are different. Special, what I want. You make my blood boil like none ever has. You eclipse all thoughts of other females, forever.
“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life. Now, stop going there. Stop bringing other people into our life that is only ours now. No one else’s.” He kissed her lightly again then lowered his head for her to finish.
She only had a few braids to undo. Unwinding the last, she lifted her arms to comb her fingers through the loose locks. With her hands over her head it caused her breasts to bunch together and wiggle with her movements. Dev groaned out loud.
She immediately dropped her arms. “What? I’m sorry, did I pull your hair?”
“Listen, Svetiessa, I know I promised I wouldn’t push you, but, there is no way I can be this close to you, and you in that dress, and sleep next to you without,” his head shook dolefully back and forth. He looked up from her cleavage, his skin darkened; the vein at his temple was going nuts.
“How about,” his voice soft and moltenly rough, “if I tell you up front, that,” he brushed back the ringlet that had drifted back over her chest, “I have been dying all day to kiss you, and touch you,” his gaze dipped to her breasts.
“What if instead of pouncing on you, or methodically seducing you, I ask you. My wife,” he said quietly, “can I kiss you?”
Sveti looked at him in astonishment. This powerful dangerous warlord who took what he wanted, when he wanted, was asking his wife, who he had every right to kiss, if he could. Her gaze roamed over his face.
His head was twice the size of hers, skin more tanned than weathered. Tough jaw, dark with manly shadow, cheekbones sharply defined, indomitable. He had a beautiful mouth, really, full lips but sculpted purely masculine. Firm but so, so, soft.
Brushing her fingertips over his pointed ears, she slipped them under his hair and cupped the sides of his head, and pulled him to her. Their lips met, his didn’t move. Smiling, she realized he was letting her truly chose what she wanted.
Shyly, she licked his lips like he’d done to her, it always gave her shivers, and it had the same effect on him. Then she slanted her head slightly to the side and pushed his cooperative lips open.
Her tongue slipped just inside his mouth, she tasted his teeth, explored his mouth, then with tiny shy stabs, she stroked his tongue.
It was all he could take. Dev curled one hand around her head, the other on her back to pull her closer and taught her how to fire up the kiss. In moments they were both panting. Pulling from him to catch her breath, Sveti could feel the dampness between her legs; she didn’t have to look down to see if he was hard.
“Svetiessa,” he huffed roughly, “I want to touch you, say yes.” The dress was scooped low across the front leaving her shoulders almost bare, the lightly embroidered sheer sleeves started just at the curve of her shoulders.
Dev put both hands to the sides of her head, his thumbs brushing the hollows under her cheeks, to keep touching her but not seducing.
He looked so earnest, so dying to take her, the strain of holding himself back was apparent in the clench of his jaw, the narrowed eyes, the struggle to keep from digging his fingers into her face with his tenseness.
As downright scary as he was, Sveti sighed, he was equally gorgeous, in a tough, aggressive, fierce kind of a way.
She did something next that stunned him so much he froze.
Chapter Twenty-Three
She hiked the dress up a bit then climbed on his lap and straddled him. Sveti smiled inwardly at his sharp inhale.
The color in his skin deepened, his voice husky, Dev rasped, “Svetiessa, honey, I can’t play like this. You sit like that and I have to tell you, warn you, I’ll be all over you. No seduction, just pure action.” His hands fell to her hips. “You need to get off-”
She grabbed his head and pulled his mouth to hers and burned his lips up with a scorching kiss. His groan went through her lips and down her throat, so rumbly deep she fe
lt shivers to her core.
He mumbled against her mouth, “I’m taking that as a yes,” and dove into a potent tongue-lashing kiss. He waited a few heartbeats to make sure she was acquiescing then he moved his hands slowly to cover her breasts over the filmy material.
When she didn’t protest, or move her lips from his, he gripped them harder. She shivered in his hands. His big fingers clenching her supple globes, Dev leaned back from her and took in the beauty on his lap. She looked dreamy, her eyes closed, lips parted from their kiss.
Sveti slowly opened her eyes to see his blazing silvery back at her, his hard hands cupping, fondling her breasts.
When she shivered, his voice a silky rasp, Dev said, “This dress is as fine and delicate as you. I will try my best to not destroy it while I peel it off you.” His long arms reaching around her, he pulled the invisible zipper in the back all the way down, slowly.
He had studied the dress the entire reception trying to figure out how to get it off her without destroying it. He trickled his fingertips up her bare arms as he moved his hands to her front.
Sveti felt his fingers shift to the neckline and pull it down. The dress had a built in bra. The cool air chilled her already puckered nipples stiffening them to hard little berries. But it felt oh so good, the air sliding over her bare breasts.
She watched Dev’s snow white eyes lower to drink them in as his hands went back to cup the fullness of her woman’s flesh. His fingers clenching her breasts, his thumbs rubbed over her nipples, they both looked down to watch his dark hard hands caressing, then crushing her full creamy flesh.
His hands full of her plump flesh, squeezing, his groan low and rough, hers quieter, more feminine yet equally erotic.
Dev let her plush pillows go to pull the sleeves of the dress down to bare her completely to the waist. His eyes glowed at her fair bounty.
“Ah, God’s Zues, má drogaste, má ádainn prințesă, my love, my beautiful prințesă, you are more breathtaking than the night’s sky with all its diamond stars glittering in it.” His head lowered, he licked a nipple, bit it until she gasped, then sucked it into his mouth to lick it harder.
“Ohh,” the moan scraped up her throat, her head fell back, tiny tremors rolled over her shoulders. Opening her eyes, Sveti reached for the buttons on his shirt. He had to move his hands for her to undo them.
His palms fell to her thighs while he watched his shy little bride unbutton each button. When she reached up to his shoulders to push the shirt back, he grasped her breasts again making her giggle.
“You are a wicked man, Devilos Dravidian,” she accused, arching her back, her feminine purr mingled with his deep gruff growl at his hard hands kneading her soft flesh.
She moved her hands to stroke her palms up his bare chest, his hands dropped to her thighs thrilling at her tentative strokes growing bolder.
When she reached up again to shove his shirt off his shoulders, his hands slid under her gown and up her thighs to pet her core with his thumbs over her tiny silk panties.
Audaciously, he lifted the hem of the dress to peer at her panties, and smiled. “Ah, nice, Wife, white silk with lace trim, fucking virginal hot,” he pushed the skirt all the way up past her thighs.
His shoulders so broad, she still struggled to get his shirt off, he shrugged out of it tossing it to the floor.
“I like this position, baby, you straddling me, your dress all bunched up around your waist, I can see, and touch your pussy and,” he leaned over and swiped his tongue over a nipple, “lick your tits at the same time.”
Suddenly shy at being so exposed in front of him and his bold, crude language, Sveti moved a hand to cover her breasts and the other to primly shove her skirt down.
He caught her hands and held them back. “Uh huh, you can’t just give me a glimpse of your naked beauty and take it away.”
Holding her hands, he said seriously, “Svetiessa, I’m really too, ah, far gone to stop. Please don’t try to make me.” His gaze swept her bare breasts down to her panties that were sheer enough he could almost see through them, then up to her heart-melting pretty eyes.
He let one of her wrists go to cradle her head, and see what she would do. She hesitated, then reached for his belt. A smile curved up his hard face, he let go of her other hand and she unbuckled his belt.
Sveti smiled shyly up at him through her fringe of lashes. Keeping their eyes connected, she unbuttoned then unzipped his pants. Bolts of white lightening shot through his dark orbs, his jaw worked, vein thumped at his temple.
When she reached her hand into his pants to wrap her small fingers around his raging erection, his shredded groan graveled out, sparks of flames danced along the back of the couch.
“God’s Zues, Wife,” he moaned.
Using both hands, Sveti pulled out his engorged member. She spread his pants open, pushed his briefs down to get a better grasp of him. She wrapped both hands around it.
He made a strangled sound that sounded like he was dying, she looked up at him, he was staring at her hands, then his head fell back, eyes closed, and he groaned.
Dev wrapped one of his big hands over her small one to show her how to grip him, and moved her palm up and down on his hard flesh.
Sveti had never seen a man’s shaft like this, up close and personal. Except for when she and Dev had sex, but then she was too unnerved to take a good look at the huge thing. He released her hand to let her freely stroke him.
Wanting to see what he actually felt like, she stopped pumping to lightly draw her fingers down his shaft, around, and back up, his growl deepened when she circled the tender top. A tiny tear of cream spooled from the end, she dipped her fingertip to touch it, his body jerked.
“Svetiessa, I think that’s…uh…enough…uh,” he ground his phallus into her hands as she gripped him hard. Her fingers coiled back down his length, she slipped her hands under to cup his balls, see what the heaviness of them felt like in her hands.
“Shit, Sveti- ah,” he groaned and leaned forward, he grasped her wrists to move them, smiled weakly at her. “I want more baby, I want to come inside you.”
As Dev talked quietly he slid his hand in her panties to finger her clit. Her hips shifted on his lap, he wasn’t sure if it was to move from his touch, or to it.
Zues, she looked so incredible, naked from the waist up, her breasts soft spherical gleams in the low light, her head arched back, her thighs spread open over his legs baring herself to him, as she now definitely pushed her hips at his fingers.
He titillated her slit with his fingers, pinching her bud, her hips shimmied with her silky whimpers, when she reached up to gently stroke his horns, her thighs spread further. That did him in.
With a hoarse grumbled growl, he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her as he stood. She was surprised as he set her on her feet and before she could react, he slipped his fingers in the dress that was now bunched around her waist.
Kneeling, he very carefully, never feeling more lugging and clumsy than he did at that moment trying not to rend the sheer fragile dress with his big rough paws, slowly pushed the dress down over her hips, down her legs to the floor.
If she were any other woman he would have just shoved the skirt up and fucked her. But this was Sveti, and their wedding night. She probably wanted to preserve the special dress, and he didn’t want to be the wild animal he had been before.
Not until down the road when she could take it, would want to take it.
“Nice shoes, babe,” he huskily complimented the very high white peep-toes. “I’d love to feel them stabbing into my back, maybe later, but for now,” he lifted a leg and peeled off one shoe then the other, and sat back on his heels to gaze at her standing there in only her sheer white panties.
“You are a vision, má ádainn prințesă, the daintiest thing I’ve ever seen in my long life.” Lifting off his heels to kneel upright again, he gripped her breasts.
“Devilos, what are you-”
His manhood w
as iron hard and thick sticking partially out of his open pants, he apologized, “Sorry baby, I can’t get enough of them, it’s unlikely I ever will.” He kneaded her plump flesh for a moment, gazed longingly at them then turned her around to face the couch and pressed her to her knees.
“Uh, Devilos,” she whispered, unsure what he was up to, she was nervous again.
His hand on her back he gently bent her and moved her arms to rest on the couch cushion.
“Don’t move, sweetheart,” he murmured enjoying the sight of her panty clad butt up in the air. Zues, but she blew his mind. He palmed her ass, squeezing, enjoying the perfect roundness.
“Every part of you, Svetiessa,” he sighed, “ahh,” squeezed harder, “is so fine, so damned perfect…”
He quickly shucked his pants, briefs, socks and boots and knelt down behind her. He slipped her panties down to her knees, but she didn’t budge for him to take them off. “Baby, I don’t want to tear these,” he smiled when she moved her legs so he could remove them.
“I’m not sure, what are you doing, Devilos?” The uncertainty of her inexperience wavered in her hushed voice.
“Ahh, sweetheart, trust me. I do anything that hurts you or freaks you out, you tell me, I will stop.”
Bending, he kissed her bare bottom, kneaded it, then gently slid his thumbs in the lower part of the crease, and sucked a deep red mark on her fair skin with his teeth and lips.
“No, Devilos,” she objected faintly but wriggled her cheeks against his hands and mouth with a slight shuddering moan.
His soft chuckle wisped against her skin. “Okay, baby, no worries.” Kissing her bottom, he stroked his palms up her back relishing the softness of her tiny waist and slender back.
He caressed and kneaded her small delicate shoulders, then drew his hands lingeringly back down to cup her ass and squeezed gently.
Sveti’s arms on the couch, her bottom stuck up in the air in front of his face, her skin was flushing with mortified red. His rough hands came around the front of her to grope her breasts then he skimmed his palms down her ribs to her pelvis.
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