The Dragon Prince's Bride
Chapter 143. Tell me what you want.

Chapter 143: 143. Tell me what you want.

"Riah," Barak groaned. His eyes closed and he tilted his head back as his hands that held her waist moved her up and down his member with a ferocious need and she met him with as much hunger.

"More, I missed you so much my dear." He said amidst lewd moans. The sounds of her moans mixing with his own were arousing. The way her voice thinned whenever she called his name, the way her breath seized whenever she let out a long Ahh, dear lords! He was mad for the woman. He knew it.

"Barak, I—" She tried to say something, but the words were caught in her throat. "I—" She tried to speak again, and again the words were lost.

"Me too, my love." He said and she let out a long trembling moan which was his name and her body shook again and again as she fell atop him and almost instantly, he released the evidence of his pent up desires inside her and they both remained like that, breathing heavily.

Her hands had fallen to his side and her head was buried inside his neck while his member remained inside her. Silence flowed between them as he just gently stroked her in that position.

He placed a kiss on the side of her head and whispered to her, "You missed me more." His words earned him a quick punch on his chest. As she lifted her head and stared into his taunting eyes. Her cheeks were stained with color.

"You wish." She replied to his words. "I did not even notice your absence." She said with her head tilted to the side and he could not resist the urge to kiss her lips so he placed a quick one there and the glint in her eyes could not be missed. The little smile that tugged at her lips gave her away.

"I am not sated." He suddenly said and her neck to her face burned a brighter red.

"Can the appetite of a barbarian ever be sated?" She asked in turn. She was not sated either. But... He would never know.

"Maybe... If he meets his elven match who is as hungry as he is." He smiled and she rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"I am not hun—" Her words were lost to his kiss. His finger touched her spine, drawing a line up and down and it sent sweet tingles throughout her body. Her eyes suddenly opened wide as she felt something growing inside her and she broke the kiss.

She could feel it... It was erect again inside her. "You—"

"I cannot help being aroused by my seductive wife." He said and without giving her a chance to say a single word, he withdrew his member from her and rose to his knees, bringing her with him.

"What are you doing?" She had to ask as he was turning her around on her knees, facing her back to his chest. She could feel it poking her waist from behind.

He leaned in closer to her neck and whispered to her, "Will you go on your hands and knees for me my dear?" She turned her head instantly to stare at him.

In a tub! He wanted to do it from behind in a tub?! The madman!!

"It would be uncomfo— Hah!" Her words were lost as his hand slipped over and into her core and her knees parted. Her head fell lazily upon his chest as he touched her.

"Ba_rak_ hah!" She breathed his name as his fingers went into her again and again. Her hand held onto his moving arm, trying to stop him with that hand while holding onto his neck with the other.

"Aye_ Barak_ oh please..." She moaned and wet her lips with her tongue when she felt they were dry.

Without warning, he pulled his fingers out of her and her closed eyes flew wide open with much displeasure. Her eyes met those golden ones that were staring at her from above. They were taunting! He was playing with her. "Go on all fours for me, my dear spitfire." He requested again, slipping her hand from his neck and placing it on the edge of the tub. "please, Riah." His plea was so firm that it sounded more like an order. It made her wonder if this man even knew how to sincerely beg. He said please but she could swear it was still an order.

And yet she could not stop her other hand from holding on to the edge of the tub.

"Now bend your back and part your knees." The pretense of a request was lost. Now it was just plain command, an order he helped her obey by gently pushing her legs open and she naturally bent her back.

Whenever they took this position, she always felt like she’d die from embarrassment. It felt like she was helplessly exposing everything in her to him. And today was no different. The fact that they were inside a tub made it even more embarrassing.

"Hah," She gasped as she felt it graze her entrance and she breathed, and waited, and expected and wanted... Needed. "Ba_rak." His name left her lips as a plea. A plea that he cease tormenting her and fill her up already.

"You do not know how captivating you are right now, spitfire." He whispered and she blushed. "Here," He stroked her wet legs in the water and they trembled... "to here." He reached her hip and smacked her gently. Much to her shock and embarrassment.

"You—"

"And here." He touched her there and she shuddered yet again. "Like the center of a dahlia flower. Beautiful, I want to cherish this flower, and at the same time I want to tear it and crush and destroy it."

"B_Barak stop." He was tormenting her by drawing circles round her entrance. Was this why he told her to go on all fours? He was a pervert. How could he stare at her like that for such a long time.

"Do you want me inside you?" He asked and Neriah bit her lips. She was not going to give him the satisfaction he wanted. She was not going to say it with her own mouth that she also wanted this... Never!

But how long could she take this torment? It suddenly seemed like she had been glued to that position. She could not feel every part of her body. The only part she could feel was her core, pulsating with need as he continued to stroke her.

"Answer me Neriah. Tell me what you want and I will do it." No! She was not going to say it. But she was going insane, she felt like she was going to hit climax just by his playful touch. She was dying!

"Neriah, tell me... Do you want me—"

"Oh curse you! Curse you, you bastard... Damn you to hell for doing this to me!"

"All you have to say is yes, my dear."

She hated him. Why did he gain joy in her discomfort? She hated him passionately.

"Neriah—"

"Damn you! Aye! Yes!" She cried out. She just could not take it anymore. And a smug rose to his lips.

"Good girl." He patted her bum and with not further delay, he slid into her and she let out a strained gasp of fulfillment. He bent his body, pressing his weight upon her back as he wrapped an arm around her belly, covering her entire body with his own.

He kissed her spine, then he kissed her shoulders, "Fast or slow? Tell me everything. Tell me how you want it. Tell me how you like it."

Why was he asking her all these things? Why was he doing this to her tonight? Why couldn’t he just do it as he always did without any sort of lewd conversation like this one!

"You are mad! I hate you." She cried. "Fast, go faster." And he obliged her. He rammed into her again and again with a vehement desire to possess all that was her and she accepted him with everything she had.

"Aye, yes_ faster Barak." at some point, she had lost all previous sense of shame and just screamed out what she wanted from him and he did it.

They moved from the tub to the bathroom floors and then to the bed where she rode him yet again.

He placed her upon the bed and he had her again and again. From the front, from the back, from the side. It almost seemed like he was trying to capture every angle of her being and even when she told him "No more. I am exhausted." He listened, but only for about fifteen minutes. And once he touched her, her memory of her begging him to stop was erased and she was aroused anew.

"Do you know?"

"What?"

"You only say my name when we make lo— make hate."

"You—"

"I am just saying. It feels like you only want Barak the lover and not Barak the man. So Neriah_" Gently, he turned her around in his arms and green eyes met his, "I shall wait." He continued, "Till you are ready to accept all of me. Till you want not only the lover, but the man himself. Till you wholesomely and wholeheartedly desire for the man who is your husband. I will wait."