Sacrificial Bride to the Feared Lord Hastings-Chapter 203: In your arms (4)

Warning! Mature content.

Dante discarded his pants and removed the last of their clothing from the bed.

Seeing his body, Ophelia envied that there wasn’t a single scratch despite Dante being the one to be out fighting wars. She also admired his body. There was no doubt in her mind that Dante trained tirelessly to keep himself in good shape.

It helped him to remain fit and fuel her desires at the same time.

At times, Ophelia couldn’t believe she had gotten married to Dante. Not only because he was a lord, but because she had been fortunate to marry a man with good looks to leave her breathless in moments like this.

Ophelia kept her gaze on Dante’s upper body as she didn’t want to come eye to eye with the elephant in the room. Instead, she admired his abdomen and his muscular arms, which caught her attention when she once saw him training.

Would it be wrong of her to want to be hugged tightly by this man?

Ophelia bit her lip as she thought of how she was able to survive Dante the first time. She didn’t care for his body or intimacy the first time, but now Ophelia had plenty she wanted to do to him.

Ophelia palmed her face as her thoughts drifted to be indecent. If this continued, she wouldn’t be the same innocent person she liked to think she was when it came to intimacy.

Dante held Ophelia’s thighs and pulled her down toward him. This manhood brushed against her inner thigh, reminding Ophelia of how the position he was in.

"It shouldn’t hurt as much as your first time, but I believe there will be some discomfort because of how long ago we made love," said Dante.

"Oh, is that what it is called now?"

Ophelia hadn’t heard it being referred to as making love on their wedding night. It was always their duty.

"Surely, you don’t expect me to call it anything else when I am with my wife," Dante replied.

Dante held his length in his right hand and positioned it between Ophelia’s thighs. He rubbed himself against the fluid that remained from her first orgasm to make it easier for him to enter her when the moment came.

With Dante not close enough for Ophelia to hold, she gripped the blanket beneath her. Already she folded for Dante despite him not being inside of her.

There was a stark difference between now and the wedding night as Ophelia felt pleasure from the start to the present.

Not long after, Ophelia felt Dante pushing his way inside of her bit by bit. Memory of the intrusion came back to her, but Ophelia tried not to let the first night spoil her time now.

Dante remained steady as he penetrated Ophelia. He took notice of her discomfort and stopped when he needed to. Once she nodded, Dante moved again. Bit by bit, letting her swallow his length inside of her.

Ophelia was tight, gripping his length as though to keep him inside of her. It was torture not to move right away, but Ophelia needed to get comfortable with him inside her again.

Ophelia sighed in relief when she thought Dante had finally settled himself inside of her, but then she felt him push even further.

"There’s more?" Ophelia accidentally spoke out loud. "It didn’t feel like this much back then."

"I didn’t go all the way," Dante answered, keeping a tight grip on her thighs to stop her from moving. "You will be fine. Just a little more."

Ophelia begged to differ. She didn’t have any doubts because she experienced this once before and knew what to expect, but now there was more.

Dante was larger than she remembered.

"I should have taken a better look to prepare myself," Ophelia said, regretting not doing it when she had the chance.

Dante chuckled as he let go of his manhood and Ophelia’s thighs to place his hands on both sides of Ophelia to tower over her, whilst keeping his weight off of her.

Dante kissed Ophelia’s cheek and tasted the saltiness of a tear which managed to slip from her eye.

"If you had accepted my invitation to bathe together to save the servants from making two trips with water, you would have known what you were up against," said Dante.

Ophelia was ready to fire back, but Dante moved before she could get a word out. She knew he did it on purpose to punish her for all the teasing she had done at the start.

Ophelia couldn’t get angry with Dante because she deserved it, and frankly, she liked his ’punishment’.

Dante moved slowly, letting their bodies get acquainted with each other. They had time to explore what they liked and didn’t like.

Dante’s body rocked into Ophelia’s, and with each thrust, her voice filled the bedchamber.

Dante took the chance to leave a kiss right above Ophelia’s breast. He sucked on her flesh, creating a mark to leave evidence of what they did now. Dante smiled against Ophelia’s flesh as he thought of the reaction he would get in the morning.

Ophelia snaked her arms around Dante’s neck, needing to hold him instead of the blankets. Being held in Dante’s muscular arms was now something that she craved. For a large man, he was incredibly gentle with her.

"W-Wait," Ophelia stuttered, her toes curling after Dante went too far.

Dante ignored Ophelia’s command. He was out to tease her to get back for what he did, and he knew Ophelia wasn’t hurt. She experienced pleasure and didn’t fully understand how to grasp it.

Ophelia’s mouth fell open into the shape of an "O" after Dante reached that one spot again.

Seeing how comfortable Ophelia had become, Dante couldn’t restrain himself anymore. His erection might just be the death of him if he didn’t find any relief soon.

All he wanted was to spend the night with Ophelia, writhing beneath him and her voice filling the chamber.

Dante loved that Ophelia didn’t bite her lip or cover her mouth to hide the beautiful sounds she made. He wanted to hear all of it to know she shared the same pleasure as he did. He wanted them to fill his mind at every hour of the day.

Dante wanted nothing more than to have Ophelia dig her nails into his back to mark his skin to be a reminder of this night, and when those marks started to fade, he would have her make them again.

"Dante," Ophelia called out his name. Her head was slightly thrown back, giving Dante the opening to kiss her neck.

Ophelia’s hands did not release Dante, so she could keep him close to her. His chest pressed down against her own, leaving little space between them.

Dante’s right hand found its place back at Ophelia’s thigh to wrap her leg around his waist.