Ileus: The Dark Prince

"That's pretty scary," she replied, not at all feeling scared. She turned to look at him.

He curled his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her face to brush his lips on hers. "You don't look as if you are afraid of it," he replied between breaths. 

"No, I don't. Besides I don't think anyone should dare to enter my mind, for if they would, I will shred them to pieces… literally." She threaded her fingers through the thick volume of his hair and leaned in to kiss his neck. When she sucked his neck at the point where she could have marked him if she were a werewolf, his body shuddered in response. 

He caught her head with his large hand and pressed her mouth over there as if in an invitation to plunge her teeth in. In excitement, she bit him over there and he tipped his head back with pleasure. When she pulled away, Ileus was breathless. His golden gaze flicked from her eyes, to her lips and down to her nipples that were below the surface of water and then in between her thighs. She loved the way he gazed at her with such intensity that it combusted her. She gazed at his lips and licked her own. 

"I think I want to kiss you," she said. In response, he ground his hips hard, rubbing that steel shaft against her belly. She straddled him and then grabbed the fuller bottom lip and sucked it hard. He groaned and thrust his hips harder against her sex and belly. She murmured sweet nothings in his ear, struggling to sound comprehensible as she chased the orgasm that was building inside her. "Oh god!" she cried. 

"Are you about to come, Natsya?" he asked in a deep hoarse voice. 

"Yes!" she said as she tightened her arms around his neck. 

"No, no! You can't," he said in an angry voice. 

"Ne zaustavise!" she cried in fae language. "Uskoro dolazim!" Don't stop. I am about to come. She covered his mouth with her lips and whimpered. Even though he wanted her to come around his cock and stop her, he just couldn't. He opened his mouth for her and when their tongues met she lapped him. She moaned in his mouth as she moved her hips to meet his every pounding. Her nipples raked his chest and pleasure exploded in her mind. "Ah, ah!" she cried as her core clenched on his lap. 

She slumped on his chest and buried her face in his neck, breathless. When the waves of pleasure faded, she realized that he was still. She brushed his chest and played with the hair over there and said, "What is it sweetheart?" 

He fisted his fingers in her hair and yanked her head back. Then he forced her closer till she was just a breath away from his lips. She blinked at him with a surprise but the surprise was short lived and she gasped when his lips crashed on hers. He kissed her as if he had been waiting for it from a long time. He poured all his need and craving in that kiss. 

Suddenly he flicked his fingers and she found herself in the bedchamber, standing next to the bed. His hands brushed down her sides and then grabbed her hips. She felt a rumble in his chest and a growl emanated from him and her arousal came back with full force. His fingers clutched her hips and dug inside her curves. When she broke away from him, he said, "You stole an orgasm from me, woman." 

She bit her lip as a pale blush formed on her cheeks. 

"I am going to fuck you. Hard." Saying that he pushed her to the bed with his torso and then set her on the mattress. And then he loomed over her in a predatory way, in a wolf way. Anastasia clenched her legs in anticipation. He bent down and then suckled her breasts hard while grazing them with his fangs. He suckled them until her nipples hurt and she cried out with pleasure. He went further down to nibble her navel and the lower to her crotch. He stopped to look at it for a long time and she undulated her hips. "Spread your legs," he ordered in a low voice. 

When she spread her legs, his eyes flickered a black and he licked his lips. Her core was glistening with wetness. "You are going to pay for the orgasm you stole from me, sweetheart." He bent down and then opened her folds. He ran a finger first over there. Then his tongue came. He licked her right from her clit to her core. He flicked his tongue lightly over her core until she squirmed with want. Her toes curled and she grabbed the pillow as her head thrashed. 

He inserted his finger inside her and her muscles clenched around his finger. He hissed a curse in Russian. "You are so wanton Natsya and so bloody tight!" 

She wanted him inside her but the man was teasing her. She knew that he would continue to tease her until he was inside her. "I want you to come inside me!" she said in a voice she didn't recognize as her own. He was driving her to the edge. 

"You ride my fingers, sweetheart," he said. 

Not knowing what else to do, Anastasia moved herself over his finger. He removed his finger only to get one more inside. He leaned over her swollen clit and began to suck it with fervor as he pumped her in and out. Her body arched when his fangs brazed her over there. "Ileus!" she cried. Her nipples hardened to the point that they pained. "I am coming," she said aloud. In response she heard a growl. 

He looked up at her and said, "You are such a bad girl, Natsya." 

She was breathless. 

"Look at me," he growled. 

She didn't hear him for the first time but when he ordered again, with difficulty she opened her eyes. 

"Now you can come," he said and Anastasia—