As she had thought, Mazdean had worn nothing but the robe around his body as he had only finished taking a bath. His tousled hair was slowly drying as they didn't stick to his forehead anymore as she had seen when she had stepped into the room. He stood there as naked as her, his body taut and proud whilst she continued to keep her hands in the same position.
It was hard to look further down from his face because of the way he looked at her as if one small movement from her would lead this big bad wolf to glooped her. but there was also something else in there, something dark and dangerous that lurked behind those red eyes of his.
When he took a step forward towards Kimberly , out of instinct, it looked like she was ready to bolt from where she stood. "Don't try that," warned Mazdean, his voice deep and seductive.
"I didn't do anything," she replied to see him raise one of his eyebrows.
"I know, darling. I am asking you to be cautious to not to run because you know I enjoy a good chase, and the chase tonight will turn one to be a tempting one," he said, walking around to stand behind her. "But the question here is if you will survive at the end of the chase?"
Kimberly felt him place his hands on either side of her waist, settling on the curve and his thumb started to draw circles on her skin before suddenly pulling her against him. She wondered if it was possible to have one's soul leave the body because that is exactly how she felt. With his front body pressed against her back, she could feel his manhood pressed on her bottom, almost coming to settle on the crease of her bottom.
"You wouldn't do something I don't like," came her breathy words that were hard to get out of her lips, but Mazdean heard it. He always heard what she said.
"Hm, who said I would do something you wouldn't like," said Mazdean, he leaned forward to the right side of her face. His words came to fall right next to her ear, "You will possibly pass out before we are done. To let go of the raw emotions, that might burn you. But who knows, you might want more, and I might not just give it to you, holding it back until you give in." His words sent a shiver down her body, "Let's keep that for some other time."
Every word he uttered to her, she felt like her body had already started to sink and float in them. Feeling him push his lower body on her back of Kimberly's hand went to hold Mazdean's leg for support, and she felt him move her hair to one side so that he could press his lips against her neck. One kiss after another, sighs escaped her lips at the feeling of his lips brushing and pressing against her skin. She could feel butterflies in her stomach with Mazdean holding and caressing her.
When she turned her head around, Mazdean caught hold of her lips in his, opening up to her and she to him as they kissed again. She tasted sweet, the rose fragrance wafting up and around them as he continued to tease her with kisses and brush of his fingers on her stomach that had her push and arch herself towards him.
Unable to contain himself, he bit her lips to hear a soft cry erupt from her throat and he sucked the blood from her bottom lip.
"You are hungry," she whispered on his lips, and Mazdean smiled.
"More than you can imagine." He retraced his hands away from her before picking her up in his arms and taking her to bed.
Mazdean placed Kimberly gently at the centre of the surface of the bed before taking a moment to look at his newlywed wife who looked up at him with doe-like eyes in anticipation of what he had in store for her. She looked beautiful right now, her red hair sprawled around her head, and her hands brought up to her front and her knees folded to place her feet flat on the bed.
Like Mazdean , Kimberly couldn't resist not looking at his body.
Her eyes trailed across his broad shoulders and then his smooth chest. Having already placed her hands several times on his chest, she could imagine the texture of his skin. As her gaze drifted down, she noticed how his upper body started to taper into a V shape before her eyes fell on his endowed member that had already hardened.
When her eyes went to look at him, she saw him already looking at her, but he didn't say anything.
He placed his hands on her knees, pushing them apart while also pushing them down so that she could rest her legs. He moved towards her with a look of a predator in his eyes, one hand moving after another on either side of her before he came to hover above her.
The fluttering feeling in her stomach didn't stop, but it only increased, creating a tornado which she had never felt before. Kimberly's eyes moved to look back and forth between Mazdean's eyes, and with him being this close to her in this position, she felt her heart squeeze in her chest, leaving an essence of sweetness as it started to spread throughout her and making her yearn for him.
"Bely." Mazdean whispered her name, and she couldn't resist not bringing her hands forward to reach out for him.
When he leaned closer to her, she brushed his hair before settling both her hands on either side of his face. Like something very new, she looked at him in fascination. Her fingertips trailed the bones and ridges on his face.
If someone had asked her about Mazdean in the past, she would have never believed that he could turn out to be this sweet. That someone like him could open his arms for her even when he knew what she was capable of. Her heart squeezed further at the thought of what her touch could do. Not to forget, he came from the lineage of demons and she was a guardian angel, a union which was unheard of.
Her lips parted, trembling, and she whispered something that had Mazdean stop and stare at her.
"Tell it again," he said, wanting to hear those words from her lips again.
"I...I love you, Maz."
And on her words, he leaned forward to press his forehead on hers with his eyes closed as if he had been waiting to hear those words from her and a sigh escaped his lips. Opening his eyes, Mazdean said, "And I love you, until the very last breath and beyond."
Mazdean was the first to receive her confession, and Kimberly felt her heart continue to beat loudly in her chest. His lips brushed against her cheek, moving to the side to kiss under her ear, and his lips travelled down to her neck.
Mazdean playfully nipped her skin with his teeth, enough to hear a mixture of cry and sigh that escaped from Kimberly's to her stomach to feel her suck her breath at the ticklish feeling she felt near her abdomen. Noticing this, Mazdean couldn't resist the sadist nature in him to torture her, and his fingers lightly brushed her skin again to see her start to stutter.
"Maz!" she cried his name, that was music to his ears.
"Yes, my love?" asked Mazdean , his tone oblivious to the mess he was turning Kimberly into.
He enjoyed everything about her, the gasps, moans and pleasurable sighs that escaped her lips. The way her skin turned red out of heat and shyness, her heart skipping beats when he caught her out of surprise and that innocent look that was in her eyes which made him want to consume her very soul and being.
"W-what are you d-doing?" came her voice before she looked at him.
"Touching you, of course," he said, tilting his head.
"Stop teasing me!" a small hint of frustration laced in her voice, "Please," she added in worry, thinking he would stop touching her.
A mischievous smile appeared on Kimberly's lips, "Tease? This is barely counted to be a tease, darling. I promised to love and cherish you, let me take time to worship you," he grinned with a glint of evilness that made her gulp.
In Mazdean's book, worship was equal to the word torture.
He then said, "Let me help you," and his hands lowered down between her legs, pushing one finger into her wet sex to have her cry out in pleasure. He moved it in and out, to say, "Better?"
Kimberly couldn't reply to him as she felt her mind start to cloud, and the world around her had begun to disappear where nothing else mattered. He took her to the cliff, pushing her towards the edge. The room continued to fill itself with the sound that left her lips and the wetness that had come to pool between her legs that created an erotic sound every time Mazdean pushed his finger in her. Her lips and her throat had gone dry from the continuous cry.
After her first orgasm, Mazdean made sure that her body wasn't entirely spent. He put the finger in his mouth while giving Kimberly the time to come back from her orgasm. He took his time to worship her just like he had said he would. His hand went around to clasp her left ankle, and he raised it to kiss the inside before moving up and doing the same to her other leg.
With her chest heaving, her eyes went back to meet his that was watching her expressions. The temperature in the room had increased, and the fire in Mazdean's eyes had not extinguished, and he looked insatiable.
Not wanting to be the only one to be pleasured, Kimberly raised herself, and she met Mazdean face to face. "Do you know how beautiful you are? So precious," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss her cheeks and peppering kisses across her delicate jaw.
Mazdean did make her feel as if she was the only beautiful person in this world, while others were dull compared to her. He looked at her as if he needed and wanted to protect her, while also wanting to steal her from herself, offering her the guilty pleasure which no one could provide but him.
Mazdean's eyebrows raised when Madeline shifted herself around while placing a hand on his chest so that they could switch positions. It was not just her wedding night, but theirs and she wanted him to feel equally good.
"Lay down," Kimberly said in a soft voice, and Mazdean didn't question her. Instead, he listened to her demands. She carefully placed her legs on either side of his waist, and then placed her hands on his chest, running them to feel the warmth and noticing how sculpted he was.
Bending down, Kimberly started with drops of kisses on his shoulders, wondering if she could leave something behind on him. She decided to take a small bite on his shoulders to feel him hum in response as if he was enjoying her marking him.
Kimberly's kisses were nothing less to the lick of a kitten that was soft and sweet in gesture. Mazdean watched her go down before she held his manhood in her hand. Having No experienced in it , but she tried not be a novice. it didn't take her long to start moving her hand back and forth to receive Mazdean sigh in pleasure. His manhood was warm, and she could feel it pulse in her hand, making her wonder how it would fit into her. Brushing the thought away, she bent down to kiss the head of his manhood before taking as much as she could into her mouth, and she heard him hiss.
This had her smile internally, and she also felt her chest puff up at the thought that she could make him feel like this. Her head started to bob up and down, sucking him to hear him curse under his breath,
"Fuck, Bely!"