Sacrificial Bride to the Feared Lord Hastings-Chapter 205: In your arms (6)

Ophelia’s body went limp in Dante’s arms after her third orgasm. Dante’s chuckle bothered her because she knew he wasn’t as tired as she was.

Ophelia pinched Dante’s back as revenge for finding her lack of energy to be funny.

"Do you not get tired?" Ophelia asked, knowing Dante could go again.

It was her fault for lighting a fire under a man who was a literal beast.

Dante kissed Ophelia’s cheek to comfort her. "We can stop here."

"Hmm," came Ophelia’s response. "I needed a moment to catch my breath. I would go once more-"

"Can’t keep your hands off of me?" Dante teasingly asked.

Ophelia leaned back and glared at Dante. "Should I go to bed and leave you to take care of yourself? I could be so cruel to do it. I advise you not to push me towards it," She said, waiting for Dante to test her again.

Dante raised his arms in defeat. "Forgive me," he said, knowing not to push the limits with Ophelia.

Ophelia accepted the apology as Dante’s lips found their way to her neck. It wasn´t good that Dante knew he could kiss her and all would be well.

Ophehlia wanted to scold herself for tiling her head so Dante had better access to her neck.

It was shameful that she allowed Dante to have so much power to rid her of being angry with him, even though she was faking it, but when his lips touched her skin, she couldn´t stay angry with him for long.

"I´m sweaty," Ophelia said, thinking of how she had to taste Dante now.

"You´re perfect," Dante responded.

Ophelia didn´t believe Dante. Her hands slipped through his messy hair and nudged Dante forward. Ophelia didn´t want the faintest bit of space between them.

For the remainder of the night, Ophelia wanted to remain in Dante’s arms.

"You are a beast," Ophelia said as it didn’t appear that Dante would get tired any time soon. "I want to continue, I truly do, but my body is sore for so little time," she said, resting her head on Dante’s shoulder.

Ophelia overestimated what she could take in so little time.

Dante was no ordinary man, and her body wasn’t strong enough yet to keep up with him.

Ophelia bit her lip, not wanting to tell Dante about her hand aching. Her right hand had not fully recovered, but in the heat of the moment, she had forgotten about it.

Dante placed his right hand on Ophelia’s lower back and kissed her cheek. He craved more, but he was overworking the delicate flower in his arms.

The last thing Dante wanted to do was push the limits and turn Ophelia away from intimacy.

Dante looked down as he felt Ophelia poking at his chest.

"Tomorrow night," Ophelia spoke softly, but Dante heard it.

Dante chuckled. "You are arranging when we will make love? Is that what we will do now?"

Ophelia shook her head. "I didn’t want to disappoint you because it is ending so soon. I truly want to do it again."

"I can control myself and know when to stop. Your well-being matters most to me. I did not think of your hand. Does it hurt?" Dante asked, worried he had hurt Ophelia twice.

"Not if I do not think about it," Ophelia replied.

Ophelia shuddered when Dante lifted her for their bodies to no longer be connected. She blushed, surprised by the feeling of something trickling down her inner thigh. She knew what it was right away, and it reminded her of an important conversation she needed to have with Dante.

Dante helped Ophelia to lie on the bed, and this time, he thought about her hand.

"Wait here. I will get warm water and a cloth," said Dante.

"Wait!" Ophelia exclaimed and reached for Dante’s hand before he got off the bed. "You will send for servants while we are like this? I am not dressed, and it is evident what we have done."

"You are lovely when you are shy. I will get the water and the cloth. I will also have Alice send for warm water so you can soak. It will help with the soreness."

"No. The maids already prepared my bath, so I don’t want to trouble them again. I will need to bathe early in the morning. It is a bit hot here," Ophelia said, looking around at the windows.

"I will open them for you," Dante said as he stood up from the bed.

"Have you become my servant now? Is this what making love does?" Ophelia jokingly asked. "If it is, I feel more inclined for us to make love more often."

"While it is tempting, I have not become your servant. Haven’t I always been good to you?"

"You have, but it feels more touching now. It is nice," Ophelia said, watching Dante’s every movement as he made the chamber more comfortable for her. "You mustn’t be away from bed for too long."

Ophelia wasn’t finished with her need to be held by Dante. She wanted to retire to bed now so they could enjoy the last of the sweet moments between them while the day lasted.

It took every bit of restraint within Dante not to return to bed and hold Ophelia. As much as he wanted it, Ophelia needed to be cleaned to help her sleep comfortably.

"I will be back soon," Dante said, gathering his clothing as he walked around the bedchamber.

Ophelia tilted her head, getting a good look at Dante as he got dressed to leave the chamber. She had missed out earlier for not taking the chance to admire his lower body as well.

Ophelia continued with her watchful gaze until Dante left the chamber for what he needed.

Ophelia laid back down on the mattress and covered herself with one of the blankets. It was strange how, despite Dante’s absence in the bedchamber, she could still feel him.

Ophelia covered her face with the blanket to hide her flustered face as if there was someone in the chamber to see her.

After all that was done not long ago, Ophelia couldn’t fathom that she had become so close to Dante. Now there was no denying what she felt for him since she had gone so far with him. Ophelia only wished Dante didn’t have to leave the castle so they could enjoy this time together longer.

Ophelia moved the blanket from covering her face and stared at the door, waiting for the moment Dante would return to her.

Little did Ophelia know that she would show herself to Dante once again, since he intended to clean her.