Anastasia leaned forward and supported her body by keeping her hands on his arms. As she moved up and down, her nipples grazed his mouth and he licked them. "Fuck!" he said and knew he wouldn't last long. His legs began to shake, his body convulsed and with a roar he came inside her for the whole Lore. She followed him, moaning his name.
Her chests were heaving with shallow breaths when she managed to look at him. Thoroughly spent and looking sexed up, gorgeous as hell, his hair was sticking to his forehead and nape. She slumped on her husband. He wrapped his arms around her and said, "I don't want to come out."
She kissed his ruddy skin on the chest and said softly, "I like it this way." Her fingers moved to his biceps where she created imaginary vines. No one spoke for a long time until their heartbeats settled. Anastasia's eyes became heavy lidded. After all the tension and an overflow of emotions, she drifted off into a deep sleep… devoid of nightmares… devoid of dreams.
Ileus stroked her hair and as he did that his fingers brushed his mark on her. He lifted his head to kiss it and felt proud. His wife was lying in his arms satiated and his wolf was cartwheeling on the inside. Could it get any better? He didn't want to think how things would go on from now. He just wanted to linger the feeling that had swelled in his chest… love and passion. His gaze went to the ceiling as his hand trailed her naked back and settled on her hip. He had imagined doing so many things with her that he wondered if his fantasy would ever come true. His lips tugged up and his erection swelled inside her again. He began to thrust it inside her slowly as she moaned his name.
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When Anastasia woke up she saw that she was wrapped in a blanket and her husband was sitting beside her propped up on pillows, watching her with amusement.
"Have you been watching me?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. She got up and the blanket slipped down.
"Mhmm," he replied as his gaze went to her breasts.
She flushed under his gaze and pulled the blanket up. "Stop staring at me." With his hair all tousled and drop dead gorgeous sexed up looks, she couldn't help admire him.
He laughed and said, "I am staring at what is mine." He lifted his arms and crossed them at the back of his head to cradle it. He loved it the messed up look of her face after sex.
Her gaze traveled to his left bicep. Her mouth fell open and her eyes popped out. She pointed towards it and said, "H— how did that happen?"
"You inked them on me."
"What?" She couldn't believe it. "When? How?"
He turned his head and looked at the vine tattoos on his bicep. "After we had that mind blowing sex."
If there was a place left to blush, Anastasia blushed there too. Then she frowned and her lips turned down. "I didn't know that this would happen!" She really wanted to regret her action, but she loved the vine tattoo on his bicep. It reminded her of the rose-laden creepers that would coil around the bushes of her garden at Vilinski during brief summers. Those blue roses were so beautiful that she would sit in her garden and watch them for hours, surrounded by their intoxicating fragrance.
"If you continue to do that, I will convert into one tattoo monster in less than a year," he quipped.
She poked her tongue in her cheek and tutted. "In that case maybe we should restrict our sexual activities."
He narrowed his eyes and replied, "Really? You could do that?"
She shrugged. Then she purposely left her blanket and let it slide down her body to tie her hair into a bun. "I would. Just so that you don't become a tattoo monster." She gave him a side-glance and twisted slightly to leave the bed.
"Maybe Anastasia Volkov needs spanking to remind her who is the master here."
She suppressed a giggle and spun to get out of the bed, but he lunged at her and pulled her back. She laughed all the way back to his lap where he made her lie on her belly and pinned her with his right arm. With his left hand he rubbed her hips and squeezed them. "They are so creamy and soft. I wonder how they would look when they are pink!"
She couldn't believe that she was squirming under him to experience it. She threatened, "I wonder how your hips would look in a snake tattoo."
Slap.
"Ah!" she cried. Her core clenched as she experienced a sharp pain on her right butt cheek. She was wet in seconds.
He rubbed her hips again and said, "What did you say?"
"I said how lovely your hips would look with thorns drawn on them."
Slap.
"Ooh!" She moaned with pain and pleasure. More juices flowed out.
"I didn't know that Anastasia Volkov had a thing for kink," he said as he took his fingers down and inserted one inside.
She moved her hips in his hands. "Oh god!" Was she turning into a sex beast? What was wrong with her hormones? Why was she feeling this "Horny!" She said that aloud to her mortification.
He moved his thumb to her bud and rubbed her. "My lusty little princess," he hissed. "Do you like that?" He circled her clit and finger-fucked her. She couldn't take it for long and her muscles clenched around his finger. "Come for me, Ana!" he urged and the tension in her belly unfurled like an explosion, building stars in her vision.
When they finished, he turned her towards him and held her against his chest. He kissed the crown of her hair and rested his head over hers. "With a ragged breath she said, "Can I return the favor?"
He chuckled. "I would love to see that, but for now, we have to stop. Theodir has asked us to join him for dinner, and I have a plan to discuss with you."
