Serena looked down at him as he flicked his tongue across her nipple, his eyes gazing innocently up at her while he waited for her answer. She was breathing hard and her heart thumped loudly in her chest, her breath catching in her throat every time he touched her nipples with his tongue. She could feel his swollen member pushing through his trousers and she couldn't resist moving her moist sex against him. Her panties were soaked with her arousal and she could feel the moisture seeping from between her thighs.
He suddenly grabbed her hips and held her still, his mouth still close enough to her erect nipple that she felt his breath fanning her skin when he spoke.
"Say it Serena"
"Please Ivar", she said in a voice that she barely recognized as her own.
"Please what?"
"I want...you...", her voice trembled with her need.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth, nibbling gently on the pink nub and running his tongue lazily around it. Serena felt like her body was on fire, his mouth igniting flames of passion inside her that threatened to consume her completely. She moved forward, pressing against him as she gripped his shoulders, her body shaking with desire.
"What do you want Serena?", he murmured against her skin.
"I want you.....to....take me.....please Ivar, please", she gasped, rocking her hips against him.
"Are you begging me to take you?", he continued to tease her nipples with his mouth.
"Yes...yes...", she moaned aloud, cupping his face and kissing him.
She felt her panties come apart at the sides as he picked her up and laid her down before kneeling between her legs and removing his pants. Her hands seemed to move on their own, caressing his naked flesh and pulling him towards her, desperate to feel his body against hers. He covered her body with his own and kissed her tenderly, trailing kisses along her neck and shoulders while he positioned himself between her legs.
He entered her slowly, pushing until he felt resistance and then he thrust deep into her, breaking her maidenhead as she cried out in pain, sinking her teeth into the skin between his neck and shoulder. He began thrusting in and out of her wet sex, building a slow, steady rhythm until he felt her relax beneath him.
After the initial pain, Serena became aware of the slowly, growing pleasure from Ivar moving inside her, soon becoming lost in the waves of ecstasy that ebbed and flowed through her body with each thrust as she arched her back and wrapped her legs around his waist. He thrust deeper and faster, feeling her respond as she rocked against him, their hips moving together, bringing them closer to climax.
She felt her orgasm wash over her, drowning her in a tidal wave of indescribable pleasure that shook her to her very core while above her, Ivar shuddered and came, releasing his seed deep inside her womb. They lay joined together for a while longer, before he moved to lie beside her, pulling her into his arms.
He tenderly kissed her forehead, watching her lashes flutter as she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep with her face flushed and glowing in the light from the fireplace. She slept with her lips slightly parted, her breath escaping in little puffs of air that tickled his throat.
He watched her sleep a little while longer, feeling a deep sense of relief that she was safe and alive, despite almost having lost her. The image of her plummeting to the ground from the third floor, rose in his mind, and he felt an unfamiliar tightening in his chest that caused him to hold her closer against him. She evoked feelings in him that he had long forgotten and never thought that he would ever feel again. Not after all this time.
Now that he had claimed her, he would never let her go and he would do everything in his power to ensure that she would never have any reason to leave. She belonged with him, and by his side, was where she would stay.
He ran his hands over her naked, sleeping form, memorizing her every curve and contour, while savoring the smooth softness of her skin. He eventually fell asleep, one arm securely around her and the other resting on her side, his hand cupping the smooth curve of her hip.
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Serena woke the next morning to the pleasurable sensation of Ivar gently sucking on her already erect nipples, before moving up to whisper in her ear.
"I want to be inside you again"
She ran her fingers down his back to his thigh and pulled him toward her as she shifted her leg up onto his waist. Reaching down between her legs, he slid his fingers inside her and began tracing her swollen clit with his finger. Feeling her growing wetness, he pulled her tight against him before he entered her and immediately began thrusting into her. It wasn't long before they both found release again, collapsing into each other's arms and relishing the pleasure of their physical union.
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Later that morning, Ivar entered his study to find Rathgar silently brooding, in one of the many chains in the room. Moving to sit behind his desk, Ivar gazed thoughtfully at the silver-haired vampire, trying to read his thoughts.
"I take it you slept well, Your Majesty", Rathgar said, still deep in thought.
"I did indeed", Ivar replied, unable to hide the smirk spreading across his face.
"I don't doubt that"
"Live a little Rathgar, it won't kill you"
Rathgar snorted dismissively and proceeded to relate his experience with the witch last night, leaving out no details, no matter how insignificant. Ivar listened with rapt attention, interrupting only to ask for clarification on a particular detail and listening attentively to each answer.
When Rathgar was done, Ivar leaned back in his chair, his brow creased in thought and his hands steepled under his chin.
"The scout was a decoy, to lure me out of the castle", Ivar said, as though speaking to himself.
"It would seem so", Rathgar agreed.
"As long as Serena is with me, anyone would think twice before attempting anything so ambitious again", Ivar mused.
"Highly likely"
"Increase security around the perimeter, nothing leaves or enters without my permission"
"As you wish"
"We leave for Garenthal in two days, ensure that everything is prepared for Serena to travel with me", Ivar instructed, his eyes conveying the significance of his words.
"I will begin the preparations at once", Rathgar nodded and stood to take his leave, quickly crossing the room to the door.
"Rathgar make sure that no one knows of our plans until the time of departure and use only your most trusted men"
Rathgar paused, with his hand on the lock, nodding again, before exiting the room.
Ivar remained seated, deep in thought, his mind ticking over all the events from last night. If someone wanted to harm Serena, he thought to himself, they would have to deal with him first.
Night was fast descending when Ivar eventually left his study and made his way to the dining hall to join Serena for dinner. She was already seated when he entered and he signaled to Victor to begin serving the food as he walked to his chair.
Once their dinner was served and the servants had left the room, Ivar turned his attention to his wife, his eyes roaming over her with undisguised hunger. Now that he had consummated his marriage, he wanted her more than ever.
"How are you feeling?", he asked, with concern.
"I am well, Your Majesty", she replied softly, her eyes on her plate.
"Is there any.....lingering soreness?", he asked, noting the color creeping across her cheeks.
"Only a little", she murmured softly, her blush deepening.
"Perhaps I can help", he offered, his eyes glinting in the dining hall lights.
"I wouldn't want to trouble you"
"I insist", he said, getting up to stand beside her and holding out his hand.
Serena looked up at him and hesitantly placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her up out of her chair. Turning her to face him and placing his hands on her hips, he leaned down to kiss her, hungrily tasting her mouth with his own. She found herself with her back against the dining table as he lifted her up and sat her down on the table.
Serena vividly recalled being in this same position not too long ago and her heart beat quickened at the memory. She had woken up feeling sore between her legs but it had mostly abated throughout the day, leaving only a faint tenderness to remind her of the consummation of their marriage. But now, she could feel herself responding again to Ivar's touch, her desire for him overriding any physical discomfort.
As his kisses became more fervent, moving from her mouth to her neck, his hands were busy, undoing her dress and pulling the fabric down around her shoulders and arms, exposing her breasts. Her moans echoed loudly through the dining hall, as he used his mouth and hands on each of her breasts, giving her more pleasure than she thought possible.
"I want to taste your blood"