Ileus: The Dark Prince

Ileus became still and watched her expression with fear. "Please tell me you are okay," he murmured. He stopped moving, letting her adjust to his size as his neck and shoulder muscles corded with strain and his skin was wet with sweat. Even though he had this animalistic urge to grind into her, he maintained to stay still inside her. 

"Just go easy…" she murmured, the violet of her eyes growing beneath the silvery sheen. 

"Yes I will," he said and brought his elbows to rest beside her. 

For the first time in her life she felt that everything was going so good with her that it wouldn't last. She was eager to take the big leap with Ileus. After the first time she had seen him as Kaizan in Vilinski, she was strangely attracted to him. The connection was crazy, maddening but she had managed to keep herself in control. Once she had escaped, it was as if there was nothing that would stop her from him. 

She let the pain subside and then opened her eyes. She touched his cheek and said, "I am okay." She adjusted herself around him as he didn't move. 

His jaw clenched as desire grappled him. Her soft breasts rubbed against his chest. Her puckered nipples raked against his skin. She clenched her muscles around his erection and he stifled a growing need to plunge in her harder. Once she had adjusted to his size and the pain, did he move and that too very slowly. She curled her hands in his soft hair again. He moved again and she followed the movement of his hips. Muscles in her belly coiled with a pleasurable sensation that wanted to unfurl. She moaned. "Ahh!"

He leaned on her face and kissed her lips to take her moans in his mouth. He picked up the pace and each time he rocked her, her nipples dragged across his chest. He hoped that he would last a little longer. 

Her eyes became more silvery than violet. Seeing how ready she was, he began to move faster and deeper. 

"Oh god!" she cried. 

His fangs sharpened in the wild need to mark her. His eyes went to the spot between her neck and shoulder where he wanted to dig his fangs. His eyes flickered a black as his wolf tried to come out. He licked his fangs with his venom. 

But he didn't want to scare her. He willed his wolf to go back in. When that happened with a lot of strength, he leaned over her neck, licked that place and then grazed her skin. 

She let out a cry and the tension that had coiled in her belly, unfurled. Her body jerked as wave after wave of pleasure hit her. She came in the most mind blowing manner. Why did that simple action make her go so mad?

"Look at me Ana!" he demanded.

She opened her eyes somehow. They were so consumed with desire and lust.

"Gods!" he breathed. "You have beautiful eyes."

She looked at him through the daze of her orgasm and his expressions became dark. He increased his pace and pounded against her as he licked her neck and sucked the skin roughly at the place where he wanted to mark her. For a moment he stilled and then he threw his back with a roar and ejaculated inside her, mindlessly pumping arc upon arc. Once he had spilled it all inside her, he pressed his fangs slightly in the skin of her neck forming small indentations. A tremble passed through her body. Whenever he grazed his fangs on her skin, the act seemed… intimate. 

She didn't know for how long they stayed like that, but she loved his presence inside her body. She felt complete. 

"I don't want to come out…" he whispered as his shaft swelled again. He lazily thrust into her. Not wanting to pull out, Ileus rolled with her so that she was on the top of him. "Ride me." 

Anastasia moaned as her eyes became heavy lidded. Her body ached. Understanding her need to rest, Ileus pulled out and slid her down him. He turned her to the other side and spooned her along the contours of her hips. "Sleep Ana. You need it." As if those words were a command, she drifted off into deep sleep. Few hours later she got up with a sensation of him lazily rocking behind her, his shaft merrily wedged inside her sheath and his arms coiled around her breasts. A smile wormed on her lips as she felt his skin and the abrasion of his hair against her skin. It was a beautiful feeling. She moaned, as he pounded her from behind and then snarled a broken yell. She could feel his hot cum inside her, and his fangs pressing her.

"Mine," he growled. 

Anastasia went back to sleep. When she woke up next, she was still in his arms and his face was buried in her hair. His thigh was thrown over legs and his hand was firmly coiled around her waist as if he was afraid that she would disappear. The light from the last candle in the candelabra was so low that it barely broke the darkness of the room. Anastasia looked out and noticed that it was still grey beyond the fur-draped windows. She closed her eyes, turned towards him and curled into his chest. Instinctively, he wrapped his arm and leg around her and pulled her closer. She murmured sweet nothings in his chest and went back to sleep. 

When she woke up again, she found him on her breasts, suckling them fondly making loud sounds. Was he sleeping? It was as if he was committing every part of her body to his subconscious. She wrapped her arm around his head and arched her breasts into him. He took more of them and pleasure surged through her. Tension built inside her belly and she started chasing it when suddenly she felt his finger driving inside her.