Thea

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His every kiss, every touch and hot breath inflamed me even more. He abruptly changed our position, throwing me on the bed and climbing on top, without interrupting the contact between our lips.

In forgetfulness, I ran my hands over his shoulders, caressing the velvety skin on his strong body and realized that there was no longer a depression on his shoulder. I broke off and pushed his chest a little with my hand, forcing him to get up, but still be in the rider’s pose.

There was no limit to my shock. The wound evaporated as if it had never existed. Just like it was with my wounds after that magic potion that Raphael shared with me.

I wasn’t stupid enough not to realize that there was no carmine acid in that potion. It was his blood. My premonition for the first time did not deceive me, I definitely remembered this metallic taste.

His blood has this mystical property of healing wounds.

Seeing that I was frowning, he tried to say something, but I interrupted him with a question.

- Who are you? – the old passion abruptly subsided, leaving only the desire to find out the answer to the main question.

He looked very insecure, which usually could not be noticed for him. Pursing his lips, he turned his head as if looking for answers on the walls. Well, no, darling, you won’t run away from me so easily today, I’ll get everything I want to know out of you.

Rising up to be on the same level with him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him gently, whispering into his parted lips.

- We can’t move on if there is no trust between us.

- And are you ready to move on? The truth can scare you, not everyone is ready to accept such discoveries. I don’t want you to run away from me as well as from the Marquis. - he spoke to me very carefully, as if he were talking to a child.

- Then you can comfort me if I get scared. - I said timidly.

- My brave princess. – he showered my cheeks with light kisses.

- Open up to me. Please.

There was doubt in his eyes, he was struggling with telling the truth or trying to mess with my brains. What kind of truth is this that scares on a par with the probability of becoming the wife of a marquis?

- Let’s do this... I will definitely tell you everything, but only when we get home. To Abion. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.

His words were full of an unbreakable promise. I saw it in his eyes. And I trusted him. For the last time. I’ll give him another chance. But only one.

- Okay, but if you deceive me, then I’ll leave and you won’t stop me.

- You can’t get away from me anywhere. Not now. Because you’re mine now. Not completely yet, but we will fix it soon. – with these words, we merged again in a kiss, discarding all distracting questions and answers.

I found myself lying on my back again, pinned down by Raphael’s weight. He skillfully touched the right points on my body, making me squirm and suffocate. His hands found the laces on my corset and pulled on them, freeing my chest from a strong vice.

Taking a deep breath, I smiled gratefully and felt Raphael lifting my skirt with his knee. I was still a little embarrassed by such blatant depraved actions, but every time I realized that I was already an adult girl who almost got married recently, and therefore I have every right to dispose of my body as I wish.

- I want you so much. - his sensual whisper sounded near my ears, burning them. – Oh, baby, my pants are going to tear from the onslaught.

And he put my hand on his groin. It was so unexpected that I immediately pulled my hand back, earning a chuckle from the king.

- You’re so cute. - he smiled. - But your embarrassment turns me on even more.

And he hit his groin hard against mine, pressing his hard cock. Even through the fabric of underwear, it felt very sharp, and I remembered the sensations when we snuggled there without any extraneous rag. It was as if it had been so long ago that I wanted to experience this sweet feeling again. And as if understanding my thoughts, Raphael put his hand under my panties, pulling them down slightly and gently touching my wet folds with his fingers.

A stifled groan escaped my lips from this welcome touch, and I leaned my head back on the pillow, slightly bending my back in those moments when he pressed harder with his fingers. Pushing my labia apart, he dug deeper there with his fingers, teasing an already sensitive place, but did not penetrate inside.

I read in books about how the first intercourse between a man and a woman happens, and my friends told me something, so I was ready for the fact that at one moment it would become unbearably painful.

But Raphael didn’t do anything to make me feel any pain. All his movements were measured and light, as if a feather touched the skin. It was as if he understood my thoughts and gave me the sensations that I so desperately craved, which my body and that very, small sensitive point between my legs wanted.

He carefully circled the epicenter of my arousal with his fingers and periodically pressed harder on it, forcing me to groan and moan. I completely forgot about all the proprieties that my governesses taught me. All that mattered now was to get rid of this growing tension as soon as possible.

I pushed my hips towards the movements of Raphael’s hands, trying to catch this desired moment. I did not understand at all what exactly I was striving for, but there was a feeling that after such a heat of passion relief should come and that was what I was desperately looking for.

But Raphael was in no hurry, which made me very sad. I almost tearfully begged him to do something so as not to get lost in these burning sensations. I no longer made sure to restrain my moans in order to be quieter, all this was pushed into the background.

A light cool breeze touched my nipples as he unbuttoned my dress, exposing my breasts. As if by order, the nipples rose and hardened. Raphael appreciated this sight the moment he pressed his lips to one of them.

No, he’s definitely going to kill me today.

How can it be so good from simple touches?

I have been touched many times before by maids when they helped me to wash, and by dressmakers when they took measurements for sewing dresses. And I’ve never felt anything from their touch. So what was happening now was so overwhelming that I couldn’t fully comprehend the reaction of my body. But I wanted to get to know this side, expand my knowledge not in theory, but in practice.

He furiously circled my nipple with his tongue, making it tense even more. He sucked and bit it, pinching it with his teeth and pulling it away. His hands did not stop caressing me, tracing the tight bud between my legs with his fingers. Moans were replaced by short screams at the moment when he increased the pressure on this sensitive pea.

And I think I was starting to go crazy.