The Priestess' Affair [Books 1 &2]

Book 2: Chapter 29

-HER-

I gave in to the kiss. I gave. I gave as much as I could give myself to him without giving too much, but that didn't feel enough for him. No. His greedy mouth ravaged me as if he had been starving for ages, and finally, he had gotten his sustenance.

His tongue conquered mine with angry strokes before he sucked hard at my lower lip as if his life depended on it. I exhaled as I felt him tugging my dress until my thighs were bared for him.

Feeling his hand down there drove me wild. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help but crave for him more. I wanted more. No. I needed more. I needed it like air.

I forgot to breathe when he tugged my panties away and touched my pussy. He groaned against my lips before deepening the kiss by shifting the weight of his body. I fluttered under him as he ravaged me with his mouth while his fingers explored my wet folds.

I let out a cry as soon as he found my sensitive clit. Immediately, he gave a groan of approval before pulling back and biting my neck. I couldn't do much but cry in pleasure. My hands were still pinned above my head, and my legs betrayed me by parting wider for him.

I felt like a butterfly trapped in the net of his desire, and oh... the way stroking his fingers over my pussy, I didn't think I wanted to leave. I wanted to see where this was going. I should've been the one to stop him, but no, I found myself giving more of myself to him.

I could feel my back arching as he started pleasuring me, filling the air inside the tent with my arousal perfume. I clung to him as if my life depended on it while he continued to make me moan.

Finally, he let go of my neck and licked it long and hard before looking down at me with hunger and urgency in his eyes. I could tell that the thirst for blood was gone from his eyes, but it was replaced with something else. Something much more intense. Something that was going to consume me.

He might have removed his mouth from me, but he didn't remove his fingers. Instead, he kept playing with my clit, teasing me, edging me until my toes curled and my thighs quivered.

"Now tell me," He started. His voice was still deeper than usual, but that guttural edge disappeared. Good. That meant he was in control... but that could mean good and bad things for me, "Where did you go?" He demanded.

I swallowed, trying to gather my thoughts. It was harder for me to think straight while he played with my clit, drawing small circles, twirling it between his fingers. It felt like he had my reigns in his hands.

I bit back a moan as he threateningly stoked his finger around my outer vulva. It was close... so fucking close to my entrance. At this point, he was committed to torturing me.

"I...I went to relieve myself," I somehow managed to speak as he edged me closer to an orgasm but stopped right before I could get it. His eyes hardened at my answer. That didn't convince him.

"I searched everywhere around the camp, but you were nowhere. Tell me the truth, Theresa. We both know that you're lying. You went farther from the camp," He growled, but I could tell he was still in control.

Again, as I started to think of another excuse, he began to build me up to a release, and this time, he teased me by grazing his fingers at my entrance. Oh, he was becoming cruel. At that moment, as his expression hardened, I could see the tyrant in him driving me wild.

"I was...." I started searching for a reason that was good enough for him to believe, but right then, he started stroking me with an intensity that made me throw my head back and cry in pleasure. I knew there were other people around us, and they could all listen to what we were doing, but I couldn't care then. "I went further for some privacy,"

Just forming a sentence while he petted me felt most challenging. My response wasn't a proper answer, but still, it peaked his interest. The heat in his eyes went up a notch. I could feel my body burning, but he wouldn't give me the release I needed so fucking much. He'd drive me uphill only to drag me down for his pleasure. I was finding it hard to take it. I doubted if I'd last long if he continued to do that. It hurt the way my pussy ached, but he kept on teasing. Oh, how cruel and how... hot. I shouldn't have liked it, but I loved it too much.

"Privacy for what?" He growled. I squirmed as he started to rub my clit faster, but he held me down in my place. Fuck, he knew how to play with his prey. I cried out in frustration when he wouldn't let me come, and in the meantime, I knew that I had to come up with a proper answer; otherwise, this was going to go on for the whole night, and I doubted I had it in me to endure that.

"I... I needed to touch myself," I blurted out the first thing I could think of while he continued to drive me crazy. I was barely holding on to my sanity. But I should've thought it through because, in response, I received a booming growl from him.

"How dare you pleasure yourself? That's my duty. You should've come to me for pleasure instead of running away in the desert—"

"Alex—" I wanted to beg him to stop, but oh, the way he looked at me, I knew he wouldn't stop anytime soon.

"Only I can pleasure you. That's my sole right alone," He growled, letting my hands go, and for once, I breathed a sigh of relief, but that relief was short-lived as he sat between my legs and held my thighs apart. "Because no matter what you do, you'd never be able to please yourself the way I do,"

I swear his words were enough for me to come undone, but that was just the beginning...

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