My core throbbed and tightened when he capture my nipple and pinched it hard. My hips jerked and then I was thrusting my chest upwards, shoving my breasts right into his hand. Although our honeymoon was supposed to be fake just like our fabricated marriage, we clearly didn’t have any problems when it came to affairs on the bed. Bradon was eager and my body truly yearned for the pleasure that he could provide. Everything came naturally as we sought pleasure from each other’s bodies. Bradon’s other hand caressed it way down the curve of my body, sliding along the curve of my waist to my hips before moving even lower to stroke the side of my thigh. He pulled my right leg to the side to spread my thighs as he settled in between them. My body trembled and I could feel my core quivering from both excitement and anticipation. I must have known since we stepped into this room when we first arrived that this moment would arrive sooner or later. His lips captured mine as his tongue sunk into
I wanted him so badly that it felt like I was about to lose my mind. Bradon enjoyed teasing me and watching my reaction. “Can you feel my fingers slowly entering you? It’s so wet and so hot inside you…” he asked seductively. I could feel it so distinctively. His thick and long fingers painfully slowly sliding deeper and deeper into my love tunnel. His fingers stretched my pussy walls and slowly filled me up inside while I made small whimpering sounds in my throat at the pleasure that burst forth inside of me. “Ahh…it’s so good…” I moaned when he buried his fingers deeply into me. Bradon pulled his fingers slowly out of me before thrusting it all the way inside again. It felt like I finally got what I wished so desperately for when he began slamming his fingers hard in and out of my flooded love entrance. I couldn't believe how wet he had made me. His fingers pounded mercilessly against my pleasure spot. I cried out as my body writhed from pure ecstasy on the bed. “There’s no need
His cock beating repeatedly into me, with each thrust kissing my womb felt so intense. “Who is fucking your sweet little pussy right now?” Bradon asked in a low growl. He captured my chin and forced me to look at him. His face was right above mine and I couldn’t help but stare up at him. I felt tears stinging the back of my eyes from the intensity of his thrusts and the mind-blowing pleasure that he was making me feel. I didn’t want him to stop fucking me and it didn’t seem like he was about to stop any time soon either. “Ahh…Ahhh!” I cried out when I felt his cock ramming against my womb again. Bradon’s movement became even more aggressive. It started to hurt a little but the heightened pleasure felt more than worth it. “Answer me, Leya. Whose cock is pounding your hole right now?” he asked in snarl. “Ahh…Bradon…Ahhh! Bradon!” I cried out in a strangled voice as I finally reached my mind-shattering climax.My orgasm completely took over and it felt like I had lost control over
I moaned his name as my hips moved backwards to match the rhythm of his thrusts while my pussy welcomed the penetration of his cock into me. Bradon was clearly not used to taking things easy and slow. It didn’t take long for his gentle and patient thrusts to gather speed. I cried out when he began pounding my pussy faster and harder with his thick shaft as his hand held my thigh to lift and spread my leg upward. His crotch slapped faster and harder against my behind as he rammed his dick into me.“Ahh…Ahh…Not so…fast…” I protested in between my impassioned moans. Despite what I was saying, I had to admit that it felt good and I was enjoying myself. It felt amazing before but it felt more like it for us this way. Just when I thought that things couldn’t get better, Bradon reached a hand in front of me before shoving it in between my thighs. “Oh…please!” I cried out when I felt him stroking my swollen clit. The double pleasure from his cock aggressively pumping into my hole and his f
When night fell, the shadow would disappear for a while and she could smile and laugh like there wasn’t a single burden weighing her down. However, just as surely as sunset and nightfall, the sun would rise the following morning and then that shadow of darkness that haunted her would be back. If I had known that the love marks that I left on her skin would trigger those memories within her, I would have held back my selfish desires. I glanced over at Dahlia who was taking a nap in her seat next to me on our return flight. She must have felt tired because it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep. Dahlia may have thought that her comments were nothing more than a passing joke, but to me, her words told me that the scars left on her heart remained even though the physical marks on her body had long faded. The first time that Dahlia Alnault’s name appeared on the elimination list was not long after a scandal broke out from a social media post that she had posted. By that time, Dahlia
Everyone at the mansion seemed overjoyed to have us back. We were greeted with long lines of staff who came out to bid us welcome back home. It was a sight that I wasn’t at all used to. More than anything, the warm and pleasant atmosphere that marked our return from our honeymoon trip felt like nothing that I had ever experienced before while I was living in the Alnault house. “Let’s go inside,” Bradon said as he casually took my hand in his. Some of the staff were clearly not used to seeing us getting so close. I could tell from the way they whispered softly to each other and the look on their faces. Even I wondered when it started to feel so natural for him to take my hand like this. I turned and offered some of the maids a smile as they were staring at us and that made them look away in embarrassment. For no good reason, I was in a very good mood ever since we landed. The island felt like a blessing from mother nature, but returning to the mansion clearly offered its comfort. Al
“Oh…I see…” I mumbled while wondering what was behind this sudden development. “This is Master Bradons’ idea and order,” Jenna said with a smile. “Right. Well, I’m glad to have you with me,” I replied.I should have known that this was Bradon’s idea. As to why he went out of his way to do something like this, I had absolutely no clue once again. Perhaps, he wanted her to watch and report on me? Zain could have gotten the same job done as well, but perhaps the fact that he is a man kept him from being with me at all times. I plastered a smile on my lips as I wondered if Bella would be sticking to my side like glue. “Thank you very much, My Lady!” Bella exclaimed excitedly. I had no idea why she looked so happy but I was glad for her. Having an enthusiastic and friendly maid could go a long way in helping out with my life. I also didn’t want to dampen her spirits with any cruel or suspicious remarks about the work that she had been assigned. What is Bradon really after this time?
That would remain true, unless something were to go wrong. Of course, I didn’t wish for the king’s passing but it was something inevitable. He was definitely not as young as he used to be and cancer is known to be bad news for most. I wonder what Bradon thought of this sudden change in the political landscape. I’ll just have to ask him……Bradon had become clearly more lenient with me ever since we returned from our honeymoon trip. First of all, I could go anywhere I wanted without question as long as I brought Zain or a reliable guard with me. I had absolute freedom in the mansion and all areas within the outside walls, that didn’t mean that I dared venture too deep into the gardens after what had happened before during my escape attempt. The thought of escape never crossed my mind again. Bradon still left early for work but he didn’t return in the dead of night like before. Having dinner and sometimes breakfast with Bradon slowly became something that I got used to. Conversation d