Cruel Summer // Maegor the Cruel

31. Puff

Maegor edged closer to Davina on the couch, his legs beginning to press against hers. The heat she felt rising, spreading like wildfire from her throat all the way down to her cunt.

"Davina," he breathed. The way he said her name—somewhere between an exhale and a whisper— was more than Davina could bear. She loved him, she hated him, she was married to him but wasnt that marriage? If you didnt think about killing him a few times a week... a few times a day then did you really love him? She loved him. She loved how good he was with the kids, loved that he was trying to make her happy, liked she after all the whores, Davina was still stuck on his mind. 

His eyes traveled to her mouth and it doesn't feel like he's moving but he's inexplicably closer than a moment ago.

"Maegor," Davina answered, her voice cracking. She closed her eyes, the warmth of his breath tickling her skin. He ran the fingertips of his right hand in circles on her knee, waiting.

Davina bit at her lip before his mouth connected to her a fraction of a moment later. She leaned back further against the armrest as his hands finding her waist. She parted her lips for him, his tongue lapping at hers. Somehow and suddenly, they were horizontal. She couldnt recount the logistics of the transition, but she knew it was smooth, so smooth she didn't even notice the motion.

Maegor had one hand above him, holding himself in place by gripping the edge of the couch. His other caresses her back and sides with each slow and rough kiss.

Her thighs press together as she tried to contain everything that she was feeling. It's clawing its way to the surface—an animal, a dragon she couldn't keep caged much longer. Maegor pulled back, breaking the kiss between them.

"What's wrong, my beautiful wife?" he asked.

"Nothing," Davina assured honestly, reaching up toward him.

"I can feel it, you know," he whispered, leaning down to place his lips near her ear. "I can feel your body, wife. I can feel it begging."

She would have had a sassy comment on her tongue but Davina didn't even have words. As his hips grinded against hers, all that escapes her are whimpering sounds.

His hands clench into fists on either side of her body as she tried to contain everything. Because Davina wanted Maegor, no boundaries, no stops, nothing but the future and this glorious present of making the other theirs. 

He pressed a single kiss to her mouth, nibbling her bottom lip before pulling back again to make eye contact as he grinds against her again. Her back arched toward him

"I want you to make me feel everything." A wry smile plays over his lips as if Davina had just issued a challenge. And maybe she did. She definitely did. She loved a challenge and she loved him. 

"Davina," he whispered, doing that thing with her name that made her insides flip.

"Yes?" she answered softly.

"Would you like to go to bed?" Maegor questioned kissing up her neck and Maegor felt her nod against him. He stood, extending his hand to help her up, and waited to follow behind her but, he stopped her, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her neck.

Maegors hands playing with the straps of her dress, he loosened the strings and Davina felt the lack of restriction as it clung loosely to her. His fingertips trailed her spine as the strings were free pulling it down slowly. He dragged his hands over her hips, nibbling her bare shoulder. He pulled her dress over her hips and Davina stepped out when it fell to the floor. Davina watched him as he took a step back taking her in.