Chapter One-Hundred & Five

CONTENT ADVISORY / TRIGGER WARNING

THIS NOVEL CONTAINS DEPICTIONS/STRONG IMPLICATIONS OF THE FOLLOWING THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND OFFENSIVE OR DISTURBING:

~ SEX AND INTIMACY

~ EXPLICIT SEX SCENES

She looked like she was near tears. "I want you to..." She paused. "Kiss me."

His smile widened as he sat up and tenderly kissed her lips. "What next?"

Libelle pointed to her cheek, glancing away while he kissed her cheek. She then pointed to her chest, over her heart. Another warm and gentle kiss. Her hands shook as she pointed to her abdomen, and every time she pointed to a new place, he kissed it. She still straddled his waist and when her trembling hands pointed to between her legs, he snickered.

He slid himself downward, his eyes remaining locked with hers until he was positioned between her legs, his hot breath teasing her inner thigh. "What would you like me to do?"

"Touch me," she whispered.

"Just touch you? With what?" he asked, challenging her to find her words and speak up for herself. To express her wants and needs.

Libelle stuttered, "Yo-your tongue."

Despite the urge to have her fast, he forced himself to slowly tease her. To build up her courage, her strength, and her desire. His tongue flicked the already soaking tissue of her sex, sliding between her lips and sinfully torturing her entrance. She stifled a moan while biting her knuckle with her arms pinned against her chest. He twisted his tongue around her entrance before pushing inside her, relishing the heat from her core and the sweet, berry-like taste of her that made him want more.

His fingers followed as he rubbed his thumb over her clit, gently at first, then harder and faster until he felt her constricting around the two fingers that were slowly moving in and out of her. She groaned, leaned forward and rested on her palms. Eskil knew she was already getting close; her breathing had quickened and she wasn't holding back her moans.

Eskil moved his fingers against the sensitive part of her core, feeling the intensifying ache of her sex inside himself too. Her clit had hardened into a tight nub, and the feeling of his calloused finger rubbing her there made the pressure within her core increase.

She struggled to find her words, gasping with each one. "Eskil, st-stop!"

Instantly, he did and he heard her groan. The sound was not one of pleasure but rather disappointment. He chuckled as she shook her head.

"Never mind that last request...please, don't stop."

Eskil plunged his fingers back inside her, twisting them back and forth, moving them in and out of her until he brought her back to the brink of climax. His tongue teased the sensitive nub of her clit as he pinched it between his teeth, then sucked it to ease the stinging sensation away. She hissed, her head arching back when her fingers twisted into his hair. Her sex spasmed around his fingers, and the taste of her sweet juices hit Eskil's tongue. He moaned and his fingers slowed while he kissed her inner thigh.

He gently called out her name and she looked at him with a dazed expression. "What do you want next?" he asked.

She curled her finger to him, signaling him closer. He slid himself back up and positioned his waist beneath hers. Her plump lips found his, and her tongue slipped into his mouth while her hands locked with his. Images of her riding him flashed through his mind and he smiled wickedly.

"If that's what you want to do Libelle, by all means."

She snickered, it's still strange to not have private thoughts anymore.

"I have to disagree, because I can see exactly what it is you want to do to me." He released her hand and rubbed from her lower lip to her cheek. "Libelle, beloved. You can always do whatever you want to me."

She bit her lip with another dark blush on her cheeks, looking down between them at his pulsating member that rested between her legs. She rubbed her wet sex along the length of his hard, thick shaft, enjoying the growl that erupted from Eskil's mouth while repeating the motion again for good measure. She lifted her hips and rested on her knees so Eskil could reach between them. His large hand wrapped around his long cock, positioning the head of his member at her entrance.

She moaned when the head of his cock slid inside her, stretching her tight sex further as she lowered herself down onto him. From the moment he filled her, she was incredibly, unbelievably satisfied. Having Eskil with her, inside her, she felt peace. Her lifemate made her feel so safe, and the connection they had made her feel so strong.

Her servant and friend had hurt her, but he never would be able to touch her, not again. Her lifemate, her partner, the love of her life was easing away her pain. Her eyes fluttered as she rocked her hips against Eskil's, clumsily moving against him while thoroughly enjoying his throbbing member inside her tight sex.

He groaned, his hands on her thighs as his eyes clenched shut. "Beloved," he whispered.

She felt the increasing tension within her core once again; she was clearly satisfied by having Eskil with her. Yet the urgency within her told her she still hadn't had enough of him. Her movements quickened as she slid back and forth against him while moving her hips up and down, twisting and thrusting as his magnificent cock hit all of the right spots inside her.

"Eskil," she gasped. "I need you."

"I know, beloved, I'm here," he growled.

She shook her head, her sex spasming around him as she struggled to focus. It was becoming harder to move as the burning in her sex overwhelmed her to the point where she wanted to cum. Except reaching her climax was proving difficult because the closer she got, the more intimidating the feeling became.

"Eskil, please," she whispered, her hooded eyes seductive and pleading. Take me. I need you to take me, hard and fast. Please.

In a second, he flipped her over and pinned her beneath him, never leaving her tight sex for a moment. She gasped when he pushed himself deeper into her, burying himself to the hilt of his cock while he nipped her collar bone. He withdrew slowly and then slammed himself into her, exciting a high-pitched moan from her.

If this is what she wanted, if this is what she needed, he would give it to her. His cock thrust in and out of her harder as her nails dug into his biceps and her legs wrapped tighter around his waist. She cried out, calling his name as she got closer and closer to climaxing.

He groaned when her sex constricted around his cock and she moaned in pleasure. Her juices leaked from her core, and moments later his seed mixed with it. Her blue eyes filled with satisfaction and exhaustion, her body having reached a point that she could only do one thing. Sleep. Eskil kissed her forehead when her eyes closed; his lifemate drifting off in slumber once again. This time sated and bound to have pleasant dreams. His cock was still inside her and he was thrilled by the sensation; he didn't want to separate himself from her.

The heavy bear skin that had been pushed to the side looked tempting, and slowly he reached for it, pulling it over their bodies to shelter them from the cool air within the room. He lay down on his back, carefully maneuvering Libelle with him and comfortably resting her head against his chest. Her soft breaths tickled his skin while his hands caressed her back.

"My beloved," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. "I'll love you always and forever."

In her sleep she mumbled back, "I love you too."

He chuckled, gently smiling. "Goodnight."