Chapter 430 - Wring Pleasure

As Ileus and Anastasia left the room, they heard Iona giggling behind them. Anastasia nudged her elbow in his chest when he walked back to their room with his hand splayed on his hips. "What?" he asked innocently. "I do need your help. You give a lovely head bath. What were you thinking, you dirty mind?" 

She shot a dark look at him. "Dirty mind? Are you sure you only need a head bath, you priapic man?" she remarked. 

"I wasn't this priapic until I met you, love," he stated as a matter of fact. 

She shook her head. Gods. He even agreed that he was priapic. Such a louche.. So shameless. "Ouch!" she shrieked when suddenly she found herself against his chest. He had scooped her in his arms and before she could protest, his lips crashed on hers. He grazed her with his fangs and she opened and then they were only teeth and tongue and lips and mouth. He groaned in her mouth. When he pulled away, she stared into his golden twin flames and said, "My mate…" Those words on her lips awakened a deep desire in him, numbing every pain that had settled in his mind and body, lighting his fiery need. His lips found hers again as he walked in their room and kicked the door close without breaking contact. 

He set her to her feet and settled his hands on her ass to fondle them. "I missed you…" he said looking intensely at her. His throat bobbed.

She placed her palms on his chest and said, "You need a bath, sweetheart. Would you allow your sex slave to give it to you?" She longed for him and she could feel a crazy urge to be one with him. But he needed to be taken care of first. 

"Hmm…" he replied. He leaned in to give her one more kiss before she helped him remove his bloodied tunic and slacks and all the weapons. Even she removed her clothes and they both entered the hot waters of the bathtub. Steam swirled all around them, coating a layer of mist on their skin. Ileus looked at her and said, "You are beautiful, love." His voice was velvety. "And you are mine." 

She was his. He was her alpha and she felt completely in control… allowing him to dominate her. She knew that he needed her submission at the moment and she was ready to give it to him. "And you are mine." 

Ileus pulled her towards him. The water spilled over the tub. He took his thumb and rubbed her lower lip. "Did I ever touch you here?" he asked. 

"Yes." 

He took his fingers to the back of her ear and said, "I love it when your pointy ears twitch." He touched the tips of her fae ears. "Have I ever told you this?" 

Her scalp prickled where his fingers were. "You haven't," she said. 

He exhaled sharply. He cupped water and washed her face. She did the same. In silence they took a bath, revisiting every contour of their bodies. And Ileus wondered how he was able to stay so much in control. He got out and helped her dry with a fluffy towel and she returned the favor. Once done, he simply lifted her in his arms again and took her to their fur pelt. He lay her and covered her with thick fur and then slipped beside her. He was looking at her with his golden eyes that had a desire for her. He touched her ears and they twitched as he gently brushed the edges. His hand went to her lips and he outlined the edges. Then his hand drifted down to the base of her throat when he drew a lazy circle softly across her pulse. "What about this? Have I told you how much I would love to graze my fangs here?" 

Liquid heat pooled in her body. "No, you haven't," she said.

His hand moved to her breasts and her skin heated under his touch. He circled her breasts around her nipples and they puckered and he hadn't even touched her there. She wanted him to suck her and suck her hard. "Have I told you what I think of these?" 

"I am certain you have told me that a number of times," she said as her breath lodged in her throat when he flicked her nipple and then rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. 

"What about these?" His hand went further down over her hips. He brushed his fingers on her thigh. "Have I ever told you that I think of them too often? So often that it's not healthy?" 

"You haven't." Cruel. 

"And what about this?" His hand brushed her clit and she bucked her hip in his hands. "I am sure I have told you how much I want that?" 

She gulped, her thoughts awry. She wanted his mouth over there. He smiled like the wolf he was. 

"What about this?" he said and now his hands were moving everywhere, only heightening her senses to the point that she was craving for him everywhere and nowhere. 

She closed her eyes and said, "Tell me all about it again, please." 

His hands glided over her breasts and he slid down a little. He kissed the upper swells of the breasts and then slowly trailed his kisses to her nipple, where he grazed his fangs. She cried with pleasure and he grabbed them, drawing the first suck so hard that her body arched. He kneaded her other breast while he continued to suck on it. He pinched the nipple that was free and the double pleasure made her cry loud. "Ah Aly!" Her skin tightened, her toes curled as the heat inside her belly increased. His other hand made way below her navel and as if on natural instincts, she lifted her knee up to widen the space. 

"Mmm… I can scent your arousal Anastasia," he said and slipped his finger between her thighs. He brought his finger over her clit and he rubbed it. She moaned and thrust her hips in his hands wanting more. But he removed his hand and she felt the coldness over there. Her eyes jerked open and she looked at him. She found him moving in between her thighs. 

"What are you doing?" she asked. 

"Trying to wring every bit of pleasure from you, wife." 

"And how is that?"

He knelt between her thighs. He curled his one hand around her right ankle and lifted it over his shoulder. Then he lifted her left ankle over her other shoulder. The position left her so vulnerable. Gods. When his eyes that were a pool of honey now went to her sex, she sucked in a sharp breath. His lips parted and she could see his fangs lengthen a little. And she thought that she was absolutely mad for wanting those fangs right over there. His gaze lifted a little up to the scar on her stomach. He leaned over and kissed the length of the scar. She moved her hips up to feel those firm yet soft lips over there. She wanted to see him and when she lifted her head, she saw his raven black hair past her swollen breasts and pebbled nipples. 

He said, "I think—"