Married To Darkness
Chapter 159: Between Her Thighs.

Chapter 159: Between Her Thighs.

Alaric’s hold on her tightened as though grounding her, and when her gaze fluttered down to him, she saw nothing but devotion and need in his darkened eyes.

His mouth never wavered, his tongue exploring her with reverence, leaving her breathless and desperate for more.

Alaric was utterly lost, consumed by the intoxicating taste of his wife. He had never imagined anything so divine—her sweetness surpassed even the rich ecstasy of her blood.

While her blood fueled his existence, igniting his soul with fire and purpose, her body—her essence—felt like heaven itself.

Her honeypot was a sanctuary he never wanted to leave, a place he would gladly perish if it meant being with her forever.

His lips sealed around her clit, sucking gently but insistently, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves in deliberate, measured strokes.

Salviana let out a shaky breath, her voice a whispery "Oh..." as her mouth slackened in pleasure. Alaric’s gaze flicked up to her face, watching her unravel beneath him.

The way her body trembled, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, spurred him on.

He rested one broad palm on her quivering stomach, grounding her as her body writhed with sensations foreign to her.

Suddenly, her fingers nudged his hand, seeking his touch. He intertwined his fingers with hers briefly before focusing back on his mission, his tongue never ceasing its worship.

He felt boldness rise within him, an instinct urging him to explore further. With careful precision, he gently slid a single finger into her soft, tight core.

The slick heat enveloped him instantly, and he groaned at the sensation. Salviana gasped sharply, her hand gripping his tightly, her body tensing yet craving more.

Her free hand plunged into his midnight-black hair, tugging him closer, demanding he stay exactly where he was.

Alaric let out a guttural groan, thrilled by her growing confidence, and eagerly pressed his mouth tighter against her.

His finger pumped in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust matched by the flick of his tongue over her sensitive clit.

Salviana’s breathing became erratic, her chest heaving, and her legs trembling as she clung to him.

It was as if she were falling—spiraling down an endless, blissful descent.

The sensation was overwhelming yet addictive, her body balancing on the edge of something immense.

Her back arched off the bed, her lips parting in a breathless wail of pleasure as her fingers tightened in his hair, urging him for more without needing words.

Alaric responded to her silent pleas, adding another finger inside her while his mouth lavished her sensitive nub.

Her body tightened, her walls clenching around his fingers as waves of heat coursed through her.

The sound of her unrestrained moans filled the air, her body surrendering completely to his touch.

She was breathtaking like this—free, vulnerable, and utterly his.

Alaric’s own need grew unbearable, but he remained focused on her, determined to give her every ounce of pleasure he could before allowing himself anything in return.

For now, he was her worshiper, and she his altar.

Alaric savored every moment, every sound, every tremble of her body. He loved that he could turn his composed wife into a mess of need and desire, loved that she surrendered so wholly to him.

It was a power he didn’t take lightly, and he committed himself to her pleasure with the devotion of a worshiper at a sacred altar.

He knew the moment would end eventually, and already, he ached for it before it was even gone.

It didn’t take long for Salviana to reach her peak. Her moans rose higher, her walls clenching tightly around his finger as her body convulsed in waves of pure ecstasy.

Alaric shuddered at the intensity of her release, feeling it reverberate through him like a shared current.

Still, he didn’t stop. He lapped at her hungrily, his fingers spreading her folds to taste every part of her.

The primal urge to sink his fangs into her pulsing clit was nearly overwhelming, but he resisted. He didn’t want to startle her, not now.

Instead, with a guttural growl, he shifted lower and sank his fangs into the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

Salviana gasped, her body jerking upwards as her back arched off the bed.

The rush of warm, lust-infused blood against his tongue was divine, a heady mixture of sweetness and fire that only she could give him.

He drank deeply, enough to satisfy the ache in his soul but not enough to weaken her.

Then, with reverent care, he withdrew and licked the small puncture wounds until they closed, leaving his mark—a symbol of their bond—on her flawless porcelain skin.

Salviana quieted, her body slowly unwinding as the intensity ebbed.

Her chest rose and fell in deep breaths, her gaze unfocused as she stared at the ceiling, lost in the haze of sensation.

Alaric leaned back, his lips stained faintly with her essence.

He placed a soft, lingering kiss on the inside of the hand she had used to hold his head, a silent acknowledgment of her trust.

Her fingers loosened, sliding away as she sighed, her body limp with satisfaction.

He watched her intently, licking his lips and savoring every last taste of her on his tongue, unwilling to waste a single trace of her.

She was utterly spent, utterly his, and in this moment, Alaric felt invincible.

Alaric reached for his wife, the towel still loosely wrapped around his waist doing little to conceal the evidence of his desire.

His cock strained beneath the fabric, but for now, he was content. He stretched out beside her, pulling her into his arms with a possessive but gentle motion.

Right now, all he wanted was to hold her close, to feel her warmth against him and know that she was here, safe and irrevocably his.

Salviana’s eyes were heavy with exhaustion, her body pliant as she snuggled against him.

Her bare skin pressed to his, the cold no longer a concern as their shared heat radiated between them.

The earlier tension and passion had left them both slick with sweat, but she seemed utterly at ease.

"I missed you," she murmured softly, her words muffled as she nestled her face into the crook of his neck.