There was nothing she could deny him with the hot, provocative kisses that made her moan. And what difference did it make to preserve virginity? Perhaps with luck, she would be sent back to the ship. Or worse, being expelled from the castle. He loved Richard Morgan. A feeling of unreal fear that everything was an illusion...
She would wake up to find that everything was just one of his dreams ... She clung to him lost in the whirlwind of passion.
-Say what you want .... - He sighed. The fingers continued the insistent assault. - Do you want me to touch here?- Richard Morgan struggled with excitement, running his tongue over the provocative buttons of the breasts.
A new wave of desire invaded him, stirring his blood.
-Or here? - He swallowed when he allowed himself to penetrate her with his fingers.
Kassuim arched out of breath. He was beginning to tighten her body. Your reaction was a whining moan, like legs closing, trapping right there. Morgan was burning at the stake. He was beginning to notice the girl's first movements.
-Like that? Should I keep touching it like this?
She moaned in agony, like the hands holding her shoulders all tense. She was sure she was drowning in emotions, unable to speak. Ah, it was not without reason that men bragged about these matters.
-Do you prefer it like that, little wolf? - Morgan started the first penetration movements. You are indeed a very demanding lady.
Kassuim froze, dragged to paradise. The sensation was...
Without noticing, he was arching her hips in a tantalizing promise of pleasure. Richard Morgan took a deep breath, containing the excitement. This time he intended to make love to the girl very slowly. Only the silent invitation left him without action.
Excitedly Rick began to part her tightly clenched legs, bringing her knees up to her breasts and penetrating. A loud cry escaped her throat, tearing, and unbearable. Soon after, his shout to accompany. The man with a single onslaught charged with pressure on the delicate body and stopped delivering plagues that could kill her in shame.
- Damn, girl! - He swore through clenched teeth. - Mon Dieu!
She was a virgin. Her inexperience was suddenly sensual and set him on fire. He could scream in frustration. It should have been different. If she had told or he had noticed ... His body was contracting in protest. The girl was delicious. Simply delicious. The sensation was divine.
He was overwhelmed with the satisfaction of knowing that no man had ever touched her. She had never experienced an orgasm before his kisses. And she wouldn't, he vowed to himself. Morgan had never felt this excited before.
- Are you a virgin ??- he was panting, taking a deep breath. - I didn't know. Why didn't you speak? What the hell, girl! Mon Dieu! Es-tu vierge ?
-But what...? -Kassuim tensed with deep pain.
His words confused her. What had the man thought? She hardly heard him. She was breathing too tightly. It was as if he had torn it from the inside and it hurt. He cursed himself like a condemned man.
"Why? Damn it, Rick. I don't believe it!", The alpha reproached himself in awe.
He could scream. It made all the difference in the world to him right now. He sighed, kissing her again, experiencing the taste of tears as he realized the girl's attempt to move away.
God! Too tight. It's not possible!
She was stiff in his arms. Her cry was accompanied by a puzzled growl from him. He could feel the barrier that brought obstacles to go deeper into the small body, but the sensation left him bewildered. God loved it! She continued to contract, engulfing a suffocating wave of ecstasy that took away his reasoning. Morgan was breathing hard, his face tight and he closed his eyes in disbelief. It was almost painful.
-You are ...God! - It was divine. He was going to curse himself. -I need ... ... You will receive me in full, girl.- The murmur came out through clenched teeth.
-No! - Kassuim shouted startled.-Non.
-Oh, yes, ma petit loup! I want to see you scream my name.
Kassuim tried to stop him in alarm. She was sure it tore from the inside. The new scream was accompanied by a stronger and deeper onslaught, burying itself in her body ... The sharp pain involved strong. It hurt. His sudden hesitation to stop at the moment was forgotten.
Something primitive and wild despaired in his body, leaving him immune to reason. He let turgid sex penetrate her sharply. Richard cursed himself like a condemned man dominated by wild movements, investing hard and insistent, delving into her body moaning. Blind and deaf, except for the dominating pleasure, he stepped back to penetrate her again, lust growing at alarming levels.
Each time he lunged, the girl's charm on him seemed to increase, like his insides burning, a joy so violent it made his head fall back screaming. Exhausted and sated, remorse enveloped him, bringing him to reality while the low crying sound had the effect of a whip. What the hell had he done with his life? He let the girl walk away as he rolled onto his side, choosing herself as a child. Her face was paler and more fragile than ever. He stopped dead with the bloodstain that had run down the bed as evidence of an unforgivable crime.
He closed his eyes cursing. The evidence was unquestionable. Was the girl a virgin? He was burning in a personal hell. Her sobs ached deep in her soul.
-Girl, I ...- Rick can curse when welcoming the girl against him.
Hiccups were penetrating daggers. Slowly, he pulled the blanket around her, cradling it with tender words.
I'm an animal! , He thought he was burning in hell.
-Ne pleure pas ,mon amour. No, don't cry. Ended.
Slowly, the storm slowed and lulled by the soft words, Rick could see the soft cry replacing the initial fury. How beautiful she was ... Remorse returned in double. The light of the night bathed her face with sulky expressions and seemed to accentuate the colour of the red curls. Shee was little more than a child.
- Are you in pain? - He asked worriedly.
How fair was a wolf there alone in the forest? If Richard previously did not appreciate the Council of Elders, his natural intolerance of rigid traditions only increased. Those guardians could have killed the girl if he hadn't arrived in time.
-No ... - she replied, trying to move away.
How much trouble had she made?
- I need to go ...Kassuim started to get a sense of the embarrassing situation.
She needed to leave the Scarlet lands and the uncertainty of the future weighed on her shoulders. Try again without success.
Dieu Sacré!
The man was not going to make it easy!
-Oh, ma petite! -Rick sighed in frustration.
He was the alpha. Everyone expected him to make a choice. He was going to take that girl as his mate. His canines pierce the white skin when he pulled her towards him, tasting her ecstatic blood, the girl taking refuge with him in search of protection. It awoke a stronger and more unexpected feeling within him.
He embraced her as if he would never let go. A low moan came with the sobs suffered. She hadn't expected that reaction from him. A wolf always chose his mate when sharing blood with her. For a moment he wondered why with Katherine, the first wife had not been like that. There was no appeal or affinity.
The girl quieted down in his arms when he rested his head on the delicate neck, with a smile on his mouth. He sighed as he tore his wrist slightly. She still didn't command the shape-shifting ability. His mind searched for her. He was intoxicated by the smell and taste of her. It was a pure compulsion. A type of so-called animal. Ah, it was pheromone.
Drink it!
She felt too dizzy to understand when obeying. It didn't matter Will's reaction when they found out. Blood ran down her throat instinctively as she closed her eyes with sudden tiredness. The feeling of the arms around her was protective. He held her like something precious and esteemed.
There was no colder around her, while the warm arms were held possessively against a wall of solid muscles. She was sure of walking in the clouds. The body next to hers was pleasantly welcoming in supporting her. It might not have been created inside the castle, but some traditions among wolves were well known.
She slid smoothly into comfortable darkness, without worrying about anything else. Will had every reason to kill her. She had always been warned not to approach that man.
She had no idea how to explain to the foster father that, without waiting, had been chosen as the alpha's mate when sharing the blood with that wolf.
Only that she had always belonged to that wolf. He had just found her.
And from afar the red eyes of a demon watched. Philip Morgan was roaring inside. A valuable inheritance… the dowry that could give him a life he deserved. No more work. It would just be fun. He would have enough to shower his lover Corner with handsome gifts. He could have fun with games. Nothing better than playing cards and betting money.
Damn Richard Morgan. It would destroy his life. Until there's nothing left...