306: The Healer and the Beast (part 2)

The Healer and the Beast (part 2)

Her surroundings melted into the background, stars exploding in her vision as she reached the highest form of pleasure for the third time, but his long fingers continued to draw circles inside of her.2

As her mind began to regain a grip on their reality, Adela and Egon gazed at each other. She looked at him with longing and gratitude, while he met her gaze with dark, hungry eyes before biting his lower lip.

"You too," she said with a familiar tone, the one that surfaced during their most private moments.

His eyes suddenly glistened. "I just want to look at you." 

Her arms snapped up, her hands gesturing for him to hug her. He obliged, pulling her into his embrace. She inhaled his intoxicating scent deeply and frowned against his shoulder. "I want you... I need you."

She wanted him inside of her, yet the reluctance to openly voice the words stemmed from her respect for his wishes, a sense she gleaned from the periphery of their mate bond. It seemed as if he was afraid of going all the way with her.

"I want you..." She couldn't bring herself to continue, expressing her feelings with her eyes instead of her words this time.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she affirmed.

He furrowed his brow as he glanced down, seemingly noticing the outfit they had dressed her in for the first time. He lowered her head gently once more so she was lying against the carriage seat. then parted her legs and stood up.

"Stay like this."

His balance remained perfect, unaffected by the swaying of the carriage. His sour expression sent a warning tingle down her spine, but he continued with his actions, unwrapping the white robes from around him and pulling down the white trousers.

She gulped at the sight of impressive length, her insides still hot and throbbing, but her mind welcomed the distraction that brought some much-needed peace, courtesy of her husband. He bent down, his arm wrapping around her waist, and his forearm muscles bulging as they supported his weight.

Positioning himself at her entrance, he gazed into the distance inside her eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he buried himself inside of her, slowly, stretching her along the way.

This was real, he was real, she was safe now.

Adela's eyelids slid closed, her tears falling along with them, her heart fluttering when she sensed his breath catch in his throat. She savored their physical connection, reaffirming just how full she felt when they were together like this.

Just like their first time, Egon did not move.

She held very still for as long as she could, however, even the slightest friction breathing required was causing her inside to clench around him.

Must she practice self-control in this situation?

No. He was hers; she could set the pace for him if she wanted to.

Much like her moves when he was satisfying her with his fingers, she tilted her pelvis up and rotated slowly in circles around him, surges of heat coursed through her back and neck.

She saw it in his expression, though he battled against his own inner demons, he too was experiencing a great deal of pleasure.

"Egon, I want you to move too."

He groaned something intangible then started easing back and forth with the slowest pace he had set yet between them.

Is he worried about me?

The thought was endearing as the sensation heavenly, to feel how much he cherished her, to know that he was putting her first. She wanted to convey her deep appreciation for having him in her life, especially with the bothersome silence between them as they made love, it felt unusual.

Wrapping her arms around his broad neck, she pulled herself up. "You are beautiful, Egon von Conradie, and you are mine." 

He smiled, a small, wrong smile as he moved in and then almost out of her, never pulling out completely.

"You are… My one and only..." She said between whisps of pleasure.

He looked down at her with a pained expression before he bent down and kissed her savegly, but it felt wrong too, as if the only reason he was kissing her like this was to prevent her from saying what he didn't want to hear.

She was about to break the kiss to object when he truly started to move. It was done with another sense of unfamiliarity, he was never that fast, never that careless, and his usual gentle moves had turned into pounding, it was animalistic, primal. A different, darker kind of pleasure that she was experiencing with her husband for the first time.

Had these been his true preferences all along?

"Hah! Ah! Ah!" Her voice was loud with pleasure as she climaxed, her legs tensing, her back hurting, her toes curling and her vision blurring. Typically, this was when he would pause to let her catch her breath or whisper sweet words of love in her ear. However, this time, all Egon did was keep going, pushing her to the edge at an incredible speed once again.

When the pleasure became unbearable, Adela bit into Egon's shoulder.

"Ssst," He drew a sharp breath, but his relentless pounding rhythm never faltered. And the bite seemed to excite him even more, so she bit him harder, letting go of the last shred of rationality she held on to. 

"Your jaw will hurt," he objected. 

Her jaw was the last thing on her mind right now, it was her insides that mattered.

"Adelaide!"

When he growled her name and abruptly pulled his arm away, she caught a glimpse of his fangs which appeared longer and sharper than usual. He opened his mouth wide, and for the briefest moment, she thought he might be about to bite her, a giddy sensation surged through her entire body at the prospect.

Live, live eternally, Adela.

The words echoed in her mind uninvitedly, she watched with wide eyes while her husband brought his arm up and bit into it with force. Afterward, he released his arm and brought his bloodied lips to her neck, kissing it gently.

"Adela," her name was whispered in her ear as he collapsed beside her and then pressed her head against his frantic heart, a sound she had missed so much, her safe haven.

She fell asleep immediately after that.

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