Sacrificial Bride to the Feared Lord Hastings-Chapter 257: Reunited (3)

Warning! Mature content.

"You are very happy to see me," Ophelia said, teasing Dante about his state. "Were you like this before you reached our bedchamber, or finally seeing me do this to you?"

Ophelia leaned forward and kissed Dante on his shoulder. She picked up the rag and wiped his body, but her attention wasn’t just to clean him. She used it as a reason to touch all over his body.

Ophelia bit at Dante’s neck, punishing him a bit for taking so long to return home. She licked where she marked him, soothing the pain with her tongue, but to Dante it was hardly pain.

Dante stayed still, allowing Ophelia to have her way with him. She was moving painstakingly slow, but he dared not tell her to act faster.

"Did I wrong you in some way? Why am I being bitten?" Dante asked, grimacing when Ophelia bit into his skin longer than needed.

"You didn’t write to me," Ophelia responded. For that, he deserved to be bitten a little.

On the other hand, Ophelia wanted to replace what appeared to be bruises with markings from her kisses. It would be far better for Dante to look at.

"You will never understand how worried I was. I was more worried about you being injured than Nigel coming here. Never again can you go so long without writing to me. Understood," Ophelia asked as her hands trailed Dante’s body beneath the water.

Ophelia’s right hand rested on Dante’s thigh, and she examined his current state. Surely, it was torture for him to wait a second longer, and Ophelia wanted to feel him inside her.

"Do not for one second think I am rewarding you," Ophelia said, as she hoisted herself up. Her chest pressed against Dante’s. "This is all for my pleasure."

Dante stared at Ophelia, taking in the view he was deprived of during his time away. His right hand rested on her waist, while his left hand held his manhood to help Ophelia. She didn’t object to his help as she moved her body just as he did take in his length.

Ophelia wrapped her arms around Dante’s neck and clung to him as she lowered herself onto his lap. Her body shuddered. She needed a moment to familiarise herself with the feeling of Dante inside her again.

"I hope you aren’t going to tire yourself before it starts," Dante’s breath tickled her ear. She felt every bit of him teasing her.

"I am not," Ophelia replied, but she couldn’t be too certain. She was quite close to tapping out before they got started. "You wouldn’t understand."

Dante helped Ophelia to go down on his length until she had taken all of it inside of her. He could spill his seed just from being inside her, not moving, but that wouldn’t be any fun.

Dante stayed still, allowing Ophelia to get comfortable.

It didn’t take long for her to lean back as she composed herself.

Ophelia bit her lip. Her face was in a daze. She had forgotten how good this felt. Now that Dante was back and their enemies taken care of, they could spend more hours familiarising themselves with each other.

"You can move," Ophelia said, wanting to feel more pleasure.

"Oh, was it not you who said to let you know if you hurt me? I thought you would be bold to ride me," Dante said, staying still.

Ophelia wore a smile as she leaned forward, but instead of kissing Dante, she sneaked her hand behind his back to reach for his hair and give it a little tug. "Am I hurting you?" She asked.

"Not at all," Dante replied.

"Good. Now we can ignore what I said earlier unless you want me to get out of this water- Wait!" Ophelia exclaimed, her voice filling the bathing chamber.

Dante caught her by surprise by moving without warning. "As lovely as this is, I am not in the mood to be patient. I have missed you," Dante said, moving his left hand to Ophelia’s back to nudge her forward.

Ophelia’s breasts were pressed towards Dante’s face, giving him the chance to repay her with love bites. He wanted to cover her with many so she would be too embarrassed to leave the bed in the morning. Then she would stay with him all day.

Ophelia matched Dante’s movement. The first thrust made her yearn for more. She wanted more out of Dante, for him to enter her as deeply as he could and faster.

Ophelia’s nails dug into Dante’s shoulder when he penetrated her, reaching close to where her toes curled. She kept up with his movement as best as she could.

Ophelia started to feel numb. Dante’s tongue was toying with her chest as he suckled at her skin, leaving little marks and at other times, biting her to tease her. At the same time of him thrusting inside her, she settled herself on his lap, and Dante’s rough hands dug into her thighs.

Dante was very manly. From his muscular arms to his chiselled body, and fortunately, Ophelia got to enjoy all of it.

Ophelia placed her hand on Dante’s chest and pushed him back a little to create space between them. She was unaware of the many bites Dante left on her skin as she guided her hands across his body, enjoying how firm it was.

The sound of water dripping was heard as Dante raised his hand to settle on the back of Ophelia’s head and nudged her forward so he could kiss her again.

Ophelia didn’t stop her movement. She continued to ride Dante, positioning her body so he might not lose where she felt good.

Dante was pushed back to be fully leaning on the edge of the tub as Ophelia leaned forward, fully engrossed in the kiss. He moved his hands to be under her buttocks and squeezed them. Their kiss silenced Ophelia’s reaction.

He did it again, hoping the second time he would hear her clearly, and fortunately, he did as Ophelia pulled away in time.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her plump lips parted. She looked good enough to take his breath away.

"Dante," his name soon filled the bathing chamber just as he wanted.

Ophelia didn’t bother to try holding back. They were in the bathing chamber so no one would be able to hear them, but even if they could, it didn’t bother her.

Ophelia focused only on becoming more tangled with Dante. Though she felt breathless, she leaned down once more to kiss him again. She needed to get a good fill of Dante since she had gone too many days without being near him.

That familiar feeling built up in her body, signalling she was close to her first climax.