The Fervorous Prince | Ominis Gaunt

Ch 22. A New Necklace*

Marvolo and MC had made it to his manor not long after. It wasn't quite as grand as the main house she had met him in up the road, but it was still astoundingly beautiful. She loved the gothic accents and dark colors.

He removed their jackets and hung them up in a nearby closet, taking notice of her observant nature. "Like I said before, you are welcome to redecorate it to your heart's content."

She continued looking around. "Marv... this is absolutely beautiful. There's nothing to change!"

He approached her from behind and gave her ass a small pinch. "There's more to see, love."

She raised a sultry brow at him. He immediately hoisted her up and draped her over his shoulder as he walked them up the stairs.

She erupted into giggles. "You just can't help but carry me around, can you?"

He unceremoniously kicked open the double doors to the massive master bedroom and plopped her onto his giant king-sized bed. "When you're this arousing, I can't keep my hands off of you."

Without warning, he ripped open his button-up shirt, revealing the gorgeous contours of his abdomen. His skin was just as pale as Ominis', but she adored the way his shoulder-length jet-black hair contrasted against it.

She gawked up at him above her as she remained on the bed below. 'Merlin's fucking beard, he has a damn good body on him.'

She kicked off her boots before holding her hand up to him. He took it with a smile, pulling her to an upright position on the bed. She lifted her dress from the bottom and up over her head. Next, she unclasped her bra and let it slide off her shoulders.

He only watched, trying to maintain his breathing to preserve his authoritative demeanor. But he couldn't help but part his lips at her hardened breasts that pebbled at being released to the air.

He couldn't believe he was about to fuck the most powerful witch in the world, and she was the one that requested it.

He didn't even have to wait until their wedding night.

She sat up on her knees and began undoing his belt as she met her lips with his. She didn't wait to slide her tongue into his mouth to interlock with his. This only caused his length to twitch from behind the fabric of his pants.

She slid the belt off of him in a quick whistling swipe. He grabbed the wrist of her hand that still held his belt and took it from her.

"If you're going to be my wife, you need to know something, MC." He lifted her chin with his finger. "I like fucking. I'm talking hard, unforgettable, painful fucking. My goal isn't to hurt you, but I will take you how I see fit. Do you understand?"

She shivered at his words. Is this what all older men liked? Or was his harsh upbringing to blame?

At this point, she didn't care. Her curiosity shrouded her rationale and she only wanted to be led into that hardcore world he was talking about. She wanted to find out how much she could take.

His deep voice rang out again and his grip on her chin tightened. "I said, do you understand?"

She rapidly nodded without a word.

He casually wrapped the belt around her neck and tightened it to the last possible loop without interfering with her breathing. "You're still young and your body needs time to acclimate to something like that, so we'll start soft for a while."

He gave the belt a slight tug, soliciting a soft gasp from her. His smirk that followed only frightened her.

'This was his idea of a soft start?' She couldn't help but worry about her future with him.