✔️ SLANDEROUS INTENTIONS | +18

Chapter 24

HELENA

He stayed up all night, with the dark.

Engulfing me in his fervent solace till twilight, he devoured me completely. My skin is adorned with lilac love marks. His scent is imprinted in every cell of my body. A piece of life, he has left in me, seeking life within me.

Only when he marked me in every aspect as his was he sated. Only then did he let me retreat with the dawn. I've never fallen asleep so fast as on my wedding night. The ounce of sleep my body got felt like heaven.

However, I'd be Pinocchio's sister if I said I didn't enjoy every second of the passion he gifted me that night. Last night, he truly made me the lover of passion. His lover. His wife. Mrs. Helena Alessi.

He may be a sadist. He may be a tyrant. But the words, raining down on us in the night of passion, are our witnesses; he cherished me the entire night. I've fallen asleep with kisses, and I wake up with his lips pressing on my temple.

My husband is awake, and he is hungry — for me. "Morning." His voice is so soft, but only for me. His embrace is so welcoming, but only to hold me. His lips are so inviting, but only to kiss me.

Yet, the love and care he has for me cannot change his true nature — the savage in him. The kisses are getting raw. They are getting rough. "Morning," I retort with a moan as his desire swallows me, captivating me like the moon takes over the sun in an eclipse.

I feel his lips nestling in the hollow of my neck, his teeth marking my skin, claiming me like a beast claims its territory — his desire for me a bottomless pit. "Have you slept well?" he asks, placing little kisses on my jaw, spooning me from behind.

Moaning softly, I tilt my head back against his shoulder, offering him my neck as his lips find my sensitive spot where he used to latch the entire night, making me squirm. Every kiss sends a quiver through me, turning me into an unraveled, whimpering mess.

He slips his arm under my head like a cushion, and with a gentle tug, he brings my face closer to his. "I asked you a question, bambola." His voice, low and husky near my lips.

"Have you let me sleep?" The question leaves my lips as a moan, his lips igniting my body, making me flush, and turning my breathing erratic, as he nibbles on my skin. Heat coils in the pit of my stomach, every touch a tingle, as his other hand trails down my belly, resting on the place he used to make us one.

A subtle gasp escapes my lips as his fingers move in deliberate circles over my clit, sending electrifying sparkles through my body. I crane my neck, and my head nestles in his shoulder, drawing my whimpers on his neck. Devoting my body to him again, I part my legs for his hand.

"You don't seem to complain..." he grumbles, his chest vibrating, sending shivers down my already throbbing core for him.

"I don't..." I sigh against his neck, my lips ghosting over his skin before he turns my head toward him again. And gray meets midnight blue. Desire meets passion. Lust meets hunger. And they all collide when his finger slides inside me.

He devours the moan that escapes my lips in a kiss, raw and rough, like him; his two fingers in my sore sex, every push and pressure on the right spot, heating me from the inside, making my body burn with desire.

"You want to bloom, little doll? Or is your flower too sore?" he asks in a low tone, his thumb adding more pleasure, making my toes curl as it circles my clit with a torturous rhythm.

My breath hitches in my throat as I feel his hard erection pressing against my soft ass, so monstrous, ready to vanish deep in my tight hollow. "Bloom..." Desperate for more, I grind back against him, eliciting a gruff grunt.