by Raine Miller
The need to kiss her overpowered the knowledge of exactly where he was in this moment. Dipping to take her lips, he covered her whole mouth with his and thrust his tongue in deep. She moved underneath him and made a sound. Just a small rolling undulation, and just the lightest moan, but in combination they worked as a signal. A gentle expression of submission and want, and he knew she was ready.
He pulled back slowly, deliciously, out of her pussy and her mouth, and then plunged back into both at once.
Yes, oh, yes, oh, yes!
That exquisite taste, once sampled, was impossible to hold back, and Darius let himself get lost in her. He thrust deeply but smoothly, relishing each slow, gliding stroke of his cock, knowing he was willing to explore forever that mesmerizing slit between her sweet thighs.
Being mindful of her innocence, he didn’t want to take her too hard, but the urge to fuck overrode all sensibility.
I am not a monster, but I want a proper fucking…with her!
Sweet Christ, she was divine! Darius couldn’t hold back what he was doing to her. In and out he stroked, hands working her hips against his strokes as the pace intensified. Dark moisture glistened on him when he pulled out—her virgin blood. The sight enflamed him even more, as did the knowledge he was the first and only to be inside her.
Watching each penetration spurred him to thrust faster. The head of his prick felt like it was going to burn off. The eruption was building, the need for completion too great to hold back any longer. Feeling his sac tighten in anticipation, he allowed the climax to consume him into oblivion.
“Mariannnnnne!” Hot liquid jetted out the tip of him, pulsating wildly, washing her with seed as he kept on stroking her. He poured all of himself into her before slowing his rhythm and coming to a final rest.
My seed is finally in you…Mine!
Time crashed down after that. Darius was not sure how long he floated in the sensation of extreme bliss at finally claiming her. She shifted beneath him.
“Oh, Marianne…” He rolled off to his side, stroking over her breasts, kissing her shoulder, her neck, and finally her lips. Releasing her hands, he drew her close, embracing her.
His gestures must have sparked something because she immediately began to cry, seeming totally overcome with sensitivity in the moment. She clung to him, pressing close, her face buried in his chest.
The two reactions were not what he expected, nor did they make any sense. She was clearly upset, but at the same time, trying to draw closer rather than to get away.
“Mia cara, my dear one?” he asked carefully, “did I hurt you very badly?”
“You did not.” She sobbed through panting breaths.
“Frighten you?”
“No.” More sobs shuddered through her.
“I am glad for that. My beauty, but why do you cry?”
She shook her head.
“Tell me why, Marianne. You must tell me.”
Her distress stabbed him straight in the heart. Darius didn’t care for her crying. He wanted her happy, pleased, and content. He wanted her to feel pleasure, given by him. To be driven by his touch and to crave it.
He lowered his voice to the pitch she responded to so well and stroked her back. “You want to tell me, Marianne, and you will.”
She buried her head further into his chest and heaved. “You—you make me burn like f—fire! I—did—not—know it would be like this.” She shuddered.
Relief flooded him. Perfection…just as I knew she would be.
“Hmmm…As it should be, my lovely wife. It was my joy to show you. I adore making you burn, and I will continue to do it again and again and again. You make me burn, as well.” He tilted up her face. “This is only the beginning, my beauty. I have dreamed of you like this, discovering every part of you, mia cara—my dearest one.”
Chapter Nine
Darius woke in the night. The wind blew hard outside, rattling the trees against the house. Something wasn’t right—she was not next to him in the bed. “Marianne?” He was unable to thwart the edge of panic escaping in his voice. Even he could hear it.
“I am here,” her soft voice answered.
He followed the sound to the fireplace where she sat before the fire, hugging her knees. She had put her gown back on. The diaphanous thing trailed over the rug. Her long, dark curls rioted over her shoulders and down her back.
She looks like a goddess. And she is mine now. Truly mine.
He propped himself up on his elbows. “What are you doing down there?”
“Thinking.”
“Of what, my darling?”
“Many things.”
“Are you well, Marianne?”
She looked over at him then. Her eyes looked full of mystery and understanding at the same time. “Yes, Darius.”
He shrugged into his robe before coming down to the rug, sitting back on his knees, facing her. For long minutes he stared, enjoying the view.
Gorgeous.
Marianne held his gaze and waited.
“You are so lovely. Your body is glorious. I want to see you. Take off your gown, Marianne. You want to take it off for me, don’t you?”
“I do,” she answered.
He watched as she got to her knees and sat back before lifting the hem of her gown up over her head.
A woman of splendid form—that’s what Marianne was. Breathtakingly fine. Delectable breasts with dusky rose nipples hardened immediately under his desiring gaze. They were marked all over with the feathery love bites he had made earlier. A flat stomach, slender waist, and the flare of lush hips framed the dark V of curls at the top of her thighs. That mysterious place he desired to know evermore. He wanted inside her again. No, he had to be inside her again!
Those eyes of hers, waiting…waiting…always waiting, looked to him for direction.
* * * *
Darius opened his robe. His body was more beautiful than hers, Marianne thought. A beautiful man. Superb in physique. Smooth golden skin, rippled muscles on his lower chest and abdomen, the trail of dark hair that dipped low to encircle his cock. Sitting before her boldly, his shaft hard, needing her again, with no unease in his nudity, Darius wanted to take her again. Marianne knew all of this.
She thought about how it had been with him. Intimate, raging, tempestuous. He’d been inside her, pulsing and thrusting wildly, going deep. He’d filled her up with his seed and given sensations like she’d never known.
Once he’d told her she was beautiful when she took her pleasure and he’d loved watching it happen. She now understood what he’d meant. The beautiful part. Darius had looked beautiful to her when he had spilled inside her and found his release. His neck and arms rigid, looming over her, the weight of his hips, his eyes glowing down at her, his mouth working soundlessly before choking out her name. All of it beautiful to look upon.
Knowing she was giving him his pleasure was like a drug, and it had affected her strangely. Marianne hadn’t meant to cry like a baby, but when it was done, her emotions had bubbled up, overflowed, and out everything had come. She’d broken down and knew why. She felt guilty for having such joy. Surely this couldn’t be fair for her to have so much. Jonathan got nothing but death.
Darius had been ever so sweet with her, though, holding and caressing. He was very good to her. He’d insisted on letting him cleanse her with a cool cloth. His hands so gentle, taking away the traces of her virginity and his seed. I’m no longer a maid, she thought, and felt great relief, glad the experience was behind her and not the ordeal she’d feared. Far from it. It was good. Being taken. It was glorious.
Darius kept on staring at her boldly, his cock hard and jutting in her direction, looking like it wanted in her again…badly. Marianne wanted to touch it and kiss him there, in the way he had done for her, but she waited for him to tell her. His voice was everything. The words directed, but the pitch of his voice, the silky croon, bewitched her in totality.
“Touch me, Marianne. You want to put your hand around i
t and stroke up and down.”
She leaned forward and wrapped her hand around his rigid cock. Her fingertips didn’t quite meet her thumb though. She stroked up and down as he had asked, mesmerized by the velvety softness of the skin that sheathed him. The slit at the head opened up when she stroked downward and closed when she stroked upward. The opening and closing made a small sound because it was wet. A bit of shiny moisture wetted the slit. Marianne wanted to taste it, but she waited for him to tell her.
“Lick me. My cock, Marianne. You want to lick it and kiss it. Take it into your mouth and suck with those sweet, strawberry lips of yours.”
She stretched down to meet his quivering cock flicking out her tongue, and licked the drop that seeped from the slit. He tasted salty but slightly sweet. She pointed her tongue and dipped inside the tiny hole for the remnants. She heard Darius groan above her. The sound of him made her hot all over. Even so, Marianne still waited for him to direct her.
“Take it all the way,” he gasped.
The rigid flesh slid into her mouth, and she had to stretch her jaws wide to accommodate his girth, but relished the sensation of being filled. His scent carried the remains of what they’d done before…some of him and some of her mixed together.
Marianne realized it felt right to do this. She wanted to.
Descending slowly, she felt the head brush the back of her throat, and it spurred her on. Marianne liked his cock in her mouth.
Darius put his hands up to her head and buried them in her hair, holding her mouth steady while slowly thrusting in and out, seeking a rhythm, just like before.
“God! You’re magnificent. Your lips wrapped around my cock—ahhhhh.”
Marianne kept working his flesh between her lips and would have continued, but he stilled their movements after a time. Gently holding her head still, he withdrew. She felt a bit of a loss when he left her mouth. Why did he want her to stop? She raised herself back up and flashed him a slight curl of a smile before licking her lips, rubbing them slowly together.
Darius brought his fingers to her lips, caressing, and told her why. “I don’t want to come just yet. Sometime, I’d like to come in your mouth, but not this time,” he whispered very softly.
Marianne smiled back at him, feeling suddenly bold.
Yes, she would like to do that for him, remembering how exquisite his mouth had felt when he’d used it to pleasure her.
Darius came at her again, using one hand to cup the back of her head, the other to cradle the base of her spine, and descended for a kiss. Marianne caught the lingering taste of him on her tongue as it blended with his own.
“Come here. Straddle my lap. Sit on me, Marianne.”
She split her legs over the sides of his, folding them under. His hot erection sandwiched up between her thighs, against her burning cunny, that ached for him again.
He guided himself, rubbing the head against her slick flesh God, it felt divine when he did that. Whimpering, she pushed harder against him, seeking, needing, craving…
I just need it in me. Hard and deep and…now!
“You want my cock inside you again, Marianne? Tell me, my beauty!”
She did not hold back even an instant. “I want your cock inside me again, Darius!”
He served. Twin, satisfied moans pierced the silence as he slid inside, filling her deeply.
“Ride me. Ride my cock, Marianne!”
She gripped his shoulders and began to rock up and down his length. He cupped the cheeks of her bottom from below and helped.
Writhing atop him, Marianne thought she could not even care about what she looked like or be embarrassed by it. What they were doing was so shocking and pleasurable at the same time she could die like this and surely wouldn’t care. She wanted him hard and driving inside her. The feel of him piercing her through her own guiding movements was sublime, as was the knowledge that she was driving their sex this time. Up and down, she drew off and then dropped downward, encasing his cock, over and over and over.
Marianne was relieved to have Darius let her take him like this, as he wanted to do, and as she craved.
Her breasts swayed from all the movement, right before him. He captured first one nipple and then the other, sucking deeply, to the point of pain, pulling them up into his mouth. That sweet sting, mixed with the rasping of his cock teasing her clit, forced her to cry out in rapture.
They thrust together wildly. Back and forth, advance and retreat. She felt the spasms starting and bore down to squeeze tightly around him. Her shuddering cries must have told him she was coming, triggering an explosive release in him.
“Ahhh…ohhh…God, Marianne, I’m going to come!”
She felt Darius get impossibly harder, just before he spurted his seed. It shot up deep, and she could smell the earthy scent she remembered from before.
He worked her fast, up and down, one last burst, his fingers gripping into the seam of her bottom. One final thrust finished the frenzy, and he crushed her to his chest, his cock jerking spasmodically.
He choked out roughly, “Bellissima, you are most splendid…”
Easing down from fulfillment, they stroked each other. Marianne rubbed his back and kissed his collarbone. Darius kissed his favorite spot on her neck and caressed low on her hips. They stayed locked together for a long time.
Marianne felt his erection slowly soften inside her.
Eventually he roused them up to standing again. Helping her up, Darius kissed her deeply on the mouth and swept her into his arms, never breaking contact with her lips.
He carried her that way back to the bed, whispering through soft kisses the whole way. Cradling her head carefully, he laid her out, down on the bed. Darius was so gentle and tender in the way he touched her, it nearly caused her tears to return.
“Responding so sweetly to me, your skin touching mine is blissful, my Marianne.”
Being drawn close, Marianne indulged in the comfort of his sculpted body next to hers.
They stared at one another, lying on their sides, eyes each studying the other’s features. Marianne memorized every line, ridge, and hollow of his handsome face.
“I am glad, Darius, that I please you,” she finally spoke, sighing into the security of his embrace, relishing the solace of being cherished. “I want to. It makes me feel…better. You know what I need.”
He chuckled softly and stroked over her hair. “I do know, Marianne, and I will always give you what you need. It is my duty to care for you and protect you now, and it gives me great pleasure to do so. Precious—that’s what you are. You are precious and perfect to me, Marianne.”
Far, far from perfect, Darius!
Chapter Ten
Darius paused to look at Marianne, still sleeping in their bed. Her shining hair flowed out like a glossy halo upon the pillow. The sheet had slipped down, exposing one beauteous breast. Darius felt his breath catch at the sight of her. So beautiful. The stab to the gut that followed upon the heels of his admiration was so powerful, he widened his eyes at the sensation of pain. He wondered how unrecognizable he had truly become from the man he used to be. The past month had changed him. Marianne had changed him.
As the new mistress of a large estate, there was much to acquaint her with. The house was named Stonewell Court, due to the light gray stone of which it was built, and stood along the southern coast. The sea could be viewed from the second floor on up, which delighted Marianne. She’d told Darius so, and he didn’t forget details like that.
There were an abundance of servants to introduce. Mr. and Mrs. West ran most business about the estate and house, Mr. West as Darius’s steward, and Mrs. West as the housekeeper.
There were also the dogs. Darius had two wolfhounds, Brutus and Cleo, who took a great liking to their new mistress. If Marianne was outside, they were sure to be with her. When they were allowed inside the house, both were liable to be stretched out at her feet. Marianne told him she didn’t mind. Darius had teased, saying she’d quite stolen away their
loyalty to him, but secretly he was glad she did not mind the dogs, for their guard eased his worry some.
Upon this day though, Darius had business calling him away for the morning, and thus the reason for the stealth in observing his wife’s womanly charms while she slept.
His breath caught at the sight, when she opened her eyes. So blue.
“Good morning, my beauty. I s’pose you’ve caught me leering at you before I must go.” He reached out his knuckles to trace over the creamy, rounded flesh, her nipple hardening in response.
Catching his hand, she brought it to her lips. “You are leaving.”
He nodded. “Solicitors first, then some business with Greymont on a matter he’s asked for some support.”
“When will you return, Darius?”
He smiled at that. “Will you miss me today, sweet wife?”
She gave him the tiniest of nods and then a look.
“Did you want to say something, Marianne?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me then. Say what you want me to know.”
She hesitated before answering him. He could tell she struggled with her choice of words. “I am glad you stayed to wish me farewell. Please never leave me without a goodbye, Darius. I need that from you.” She regarded him solemnly, her face a mask of intriguing beauty.
“Of course, my darling.” He bent and kissed her lips, her neck, and finally her bared breast, covering the nipple and grazing with his teeth. “You taste so good,” he moaned. When she arched into him he had half a mind to crawl back into the bed with her.
She did that to him. The need to have her was incessant. Morning, afternoon, night…didn’t matter. The merest glimpse or gesture from her and he was lost. His cock was greedy when it came to Marianne. Darius wondered if his need for sex would ever abate. The more he had of her, the more he seemed to crave.
“What will you do today, Marianne?”
“I thought I might ride over to Papa’s for a visit.”
“Very well,” he said quietly. “Please take the dogs with you, and don’t stay too long. Remember we have dinner with the Rothvales tonight.”
