Chapter 153 - Recklessness

This chapter is even hotter than the last one. Read at your own risk ;)

~Freakzilla

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The offer alone was insanity. Every touch, every gaze at her aroused face, would make it harder to resist until at last he would give in and even touch her skin. Maybe not today, but soon enough.

Nathaniel knew this, but he couldn't stop himself. Why? Surely it wasn't because every fiber of his being longed for this woman. No, if it were just that, he might have braced through it somehow. He had done so before, when she kissed or hugged him. What was truly unbearable weren't his own feelings, but the disappointment in her face. Every time he had to push her away, he saw it. He always assured himself that it was alright, because she herself wouldn't come this close if she knew about his curse. Alas, she knew now, and it didn't change anything.

She stayed close despite the risk, even asked for him to touch her. She wanted him so much that she disregarded all logic and married him. Nobody had done so before, and nobody would. So, if she was sure, who was he to reject her? Did he even know if it was impossible? Maybe there was a loophole.

When he reached there, the answer was suddenly right on the hand. It would be dangerous. It would be hard to bear and even bring him to the boarder of his sanity. But it was nonetheless possible. With one condition, that was: he had to suppress his own d.e.s.i.r.e, fixing solely on her. For this woman who gave up so much for him, he could withstand any torture.

He had taken less than a second to come to this conclusion when Katherine had stretched out her hands to him. Any other time he would call himself crazy for what he offered her. Yet tonight was different.

Before he could think it over, Katherine already agreed.

"I promise", she uttered breathlessly. Whatever he wanted, but he had to continue what he was doing with her.

He said he wanted to fulfill her wishes; a sentence the lucky girl in a fairy tale heard, only that the man who spoke this was so overly dominant that the comparison seemed ridiculous. Princes in fairy tales were not as dark as him, and they surely wouldn't make conditions. But somehow, the discrepancies only made him more real.

"Do whatever you want", Katherine said with confidence that everything he did would be great. Despite the mysteries that shrouded him, she loved his very being. But even deeper than that run the subconscious trust.

Only twice had she felt like this, prickling, hot, and needy. Both were caused by this man before her. His voice alone made her shiver from arousal.

His features softened as his thumb gently stroked her neckline. "You will not regret this. Just lie down and I will give you all the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e you seek."

This was the second reason why his idea was possible right now: Katherine would not have to move in any way, so over-exhaustion of her weak body was unlikely.

Obediently, Katherine slid from his waist in a motion that made him grind his teeth. Yet, he followed her in a heartbeat, towering over her slim figure on the bed. Her dazed violet eyes and dark hair spread over the pillows were like a tonic to him, sending sizzles of lightning through his veins.

"Hands up to the headboard", he whispered, c.a.r.e.s.sing her face with his gaze until it met hers. "Keep them there, just to be safe."

He really is afraid of touch, Katherine concluded absently, and did as he said. Her palms touched the wood when she noticed that her b.r.e.a.s.ts were pushed up by the motion, the tips grazing his shirt. Her breath hitched.

"Good", Nathaniel murmured. Seeing this strong woman obey his command was unspeakably e.r.o.t.i.c. He was tempted to give another one, but rather than that he owed her a reward first. This thought was even more alluring.

"Are you sensible here?", he asked, and brushed the b.r.e.a.s.t that had touched his shirt with his fingertips. He'd noticed something had changed, a small hard peak pressed against the fabric of the nightgown. Though the touch was as light as a breeze, she quivered under him, a gasp escaping her throat.

"Tell me, are you?", he repeated when she didn't answer and leisurely rolled the n.i.p.p.l.e between his fingers. This time, she couldn't contain the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e and m.o.a.n.e.d. Fascinated, Nathaniel tugged on the other n.i.p.p.l.e, stroking and squeezing them lightly, until Katherine was out of breath.

"Stop teasing", she called him out weakly, her bosom raising and falling rapidly. "It's s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e. Very - s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e. Please..."

When she didn't continue and turned her face in embarrassment, the edges of Nathaniel's mouth curled upwards in a smirk. "Please stop? Or do you want more? Tell me what it is. I want to hear it from you personally."

The evil fingers continued to rub, letting another m.o.a.n slip out of her mouth. Only after a few seconds could she form words again. Half-turning her face into the pillows, she muttered an answer that laid the foundation for the rest of the night: "M-more."

"Good choice", he murmured, before lowering his head and s.u.c.k.i.n.g the erected peak into his mouth.

He wasn't sure if he could have refrained from doing so much longer. The last time he tasted her felt like ages ago and was such a short moment that it hardly seemed real in his memory. He wanted to kiss her, suck her lips and wallow in her taste, but had to be satisfied with this illusion of contact.

The sounds she made and the softness in his mouth when he kissed her everywhere her nightgown reached were like a drug. Before long, he panted as heavily as her and his mind was dizzy with fantasies what he would do with her if only he could touch her. Nothing would hold him from entering her, pumping into her tight warmth again and again till morning arrived.

With this image in mind, his hands turned greedy, wandering under the gown and up her body. She was so soft, responding to his touches with small sounds and quivers. It was better than anything he ever felt in his life, and he wanted more of it. More of her.

Katherine was so lost in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e that she didn't notice him approaching her center until his fingers were already there, pressing against the wet spot on her u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r. She jolted, and a shriek of surprise escaped her throat as her hands were about to leave the headboard.

At this moment, Nathaniel's eyes met hers. His red irises were burning with the same heat that radiated from his body. The knitted brows and sharp jaw were proof of the fight to restrain himself against the overpowering d.e.s.i.r.e. He needs me, Katherine realized with wonder. Maybe more than I need him.

In the silence between them, shivers ran through his body. They let the bed tremble and invoked the wish in her to give him anything he wanted. After just one glance, she felt strangely glad and reassured. Slowly, she returned the hands to the headrest.

When his eyes followed them, the tremble grew. Through a faint light that came from god-knows-where, she saw his Adam's apple bobble up and down. His voice was so rough that it broke at the edges. "Katherine..."

Whatever he wanted to say, he forgot it when she parted her legs. She moved them to both sides of his, the wet spot in the middle visible to his eyes. His gloved hand still laid on the fabric, black against white. It couldn't cover all of the wetness.

Glimpsing the crimson of her folds through the soaked material, he closed his eyes in agony and took a deep breath. It didn't help. All that he smelled was her scent of roses and the wetness down there. The already hard bulge in his trousers now begged to be freed. He g.r.o.a.n.e.d, gritted his teeth.

Nearly against his will, his fingers began to move again, stroking her core and causing bolts of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to shoot through her veins. Her cries of extasy rang in his ears as he opened his eyes again. His gaze now as dazed as hers, he mumbled absently, "You look like you are glowing. Just like in my dreams. So beautiful."