Amber was noble and pure, but Ernest had never been able to get to her fragile heart.
In his head, he understood her.
'Amber…' he whispered.
But he could not let go of her. He could not let her escape from him.
His ugly obedient male core was engorged and trying to sink her into a sea of sensual pleasure. He wrinkled his brow, trying to keep himself from spurting his seed inside her from the intense pleasure, and picked at her lovely nipples.
'Ah~ ah~'
He gently rolled her nipples between his fingers testing the elasticity. He knew her nipples were her weak point when he scratched the tip with his fingernail she moaned loudly.
'No~ don't~ stop touching~ ah~'
Contrary to her head swinging left to right, her inner muscles were squeezing around him as though to urge his finish.
Though she knew he was manipulating her, she responded to his fingers and his body. He wanted to love her enough to stop her from thinking. He could not fathom how much he loved her. He had been so averse to women; the idea of one gave him nausea.
'Amber…' he called.
He left a rose on her beautiful pale back, like a seal of love. Her brow was wrinkled, her skin suffused with sweet. He pressed his lips against the nape of her neck. His arms were wrapped around her; one arm had a breast in his hand and the other hand was between her legs were her nectar dripped.
'No~ wait ah ah ah~' she fretted about where his hand was creeping down her body, but her mind was floating in the sea of sensuality and her body was sensitized. He kissed the soft skin of her back to placate her as he teased her swollen secret ball.
'Hn~ ah~ ahn~'
Her high pitched moans filled his tympanic membrane :D making him happy. Her wet cavern tightened around him urging him to come inside her.
Even though he did not have her heart, he wanted to sink her body into a sea of pleasure and tie her to him that way. His mind and body were bound by her charm.
Ernest smiled sadly to himself as he endured the urge to come and kept teasing her bud with his fingers.
'Ah~ ah~ ah~'
Inside her red swollen honey pot, her honey and his semen mixed. He continued to tease her breast and his thrusting instinctually sped up as he began to reach his limit. Amber moans became faster; her voice fell into the bottom of his heart as her back arched fuelling his base passions. Her honey pot convulsed around him as she came, Ernest chased after her, filling her with his hot fluid. His thrusts became slow and long, pushing his semen deep inside her.
The silk sheets were a mess, but he turned her over and smiled. He was still hard. They were facing each other; he could kiss her sweet lips. (Zuben: Ernest that is dangerous; you might have priapism)
It was now a week from that day he found out that she wanted to leave his side. Amber had become so fatigued because of their fierce nightly activities.
When he looked in her violet eyes, which were more beautiful than jewels, he saw something hidden in her teary eyes.
'Amber, you cannot escape me.'
She sighed faintly as he kissed her teary eyes. At that moment, she smiled softly. It was a happy illusion that his stupid desire showed.
He frowned: he had to tether her to him with lust and desire. Hugging her slender body, he pushed himself into her warmth again.
Well, Ernest, this could have been cleared up just after she signed the marriage contract, "Darling…etc etc," you would not have this issue now.