Chapter 100

"You have such perfect breasts," Marc told Aldara as he crawled over her to switch sides. "Pale and full and so ripe for my touch. Those little pink nipples just begging for my mouth." Then he sucked on the other one until she was whimpering with need.
"Your skin is like satin and so sweet to taste." He shifted to between her legs and slid his hands under her ass. "And you have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen - all wet and puffy and pink."
One finger penetrated her dripping channel and Aldara cried out. She felt so empty she couldn't wait for him to fill her all the way.
"Your clit is hard, a sweet little pearl." His tongue circled that tender bud, drawing another moan from her throat. She wanted to tell him to just fuck her now, but he'd ordered her to stay silent. "You like that, don't you? Your body is so wet for me, so ready for my tongue and my cock." He flicked the tip of his tongue harder against her clit.
"Y-y-yes."
"Ah! Bad girl. No talking, remember?" He tapped the side of her hip lightly with two fingers. "If you talk, I stop. So unless you want to be lying here, frustrated, you need to hush."
Oh no, he couldn't stop. She nodded her understanding and was rewarded when he slid another finger deep into her hungry cunt.
"That's the way." He fucked her slowly with his two thick digits while his tongue strummed her clit.
She found herself straining against her bonds, even more inflamed when she couldn't move. All she could do was cant her hips, pushing into his hand and mouth while he continued the onslaught.
"Time to come for me, blackbird. I want you to clamp down on my hand and flood it with your juices." Then he pulled her clit between his lips and sucked deeply.
"Marc!" She couldn't help but squeal his name as she crested, spasms of pleasure gripping her entire body as well as her pussy. He held his fingers deep, rubbing against her inner walls in a way that kept the orgasm rolling on and on until she could barely breathe, barely lift her eyelids.
When she did open her eyes, it was to find Marc poised between her legs, coating his cock with her cream.
"Ready?" His voice wasn't entirely steady either. Her stomach clenched at the thought that he was as affected - or even nearly as much - as she.
"Very," she gasped then closed her eyes again as he slid this thick erection into her still-pulsing sheath. "Take me. Please."
"God, you're so tight." He pushed all the way in then held himself still while her walls rippled around him. Finally he began to slowly move, bending down to plant little nibbling kisses on each of her nipples as he did.
She was still so aroused it didn't take much to have her climbing again. Her legs were still held in their splayed position, so she couldn't wrap them around his waist. She couldn't hold him to her, dig her nails into his back. All she could do was lie beneath him while he fucked her slowly and deeply. His iron hardness filled her completely, as if he were the other half of her being.
As his thrusts sharpened and picked up speed, he sucked harder on her already-swollen nipples. She was gasping again, on her way to an even more staggering peak, her passion fueled by his ragged breathing and the sweat that coated both their bodies. Her eyelids fluttered open and she took in the tense cords of his neck, the whiteness of his clamped jaw. She sucked in a breath and shifted her hips, just a little, which brought his cock just a tiny bit deeper.
And then she shattered, wailing out her pleasure in a scream that probably shook the rafters. Marc's own hoarse cry of completion followed immediately, and hot, wet semen filled her core, washing her in his essence.
Long moments later, he kissed her tenderly before removing the ties from her wrists and ankles. "How about a bath?" he asked, chafing her skin, though it didn't hurt a bit.
"Mmm. Sounds good." She let him help her to her feet, ducked into the bathroom for a moment then they padded, naked and unconcerned about it, out to the hot tub on the deck.
"I wish we could just stay here," he said as he cuddled her against him in the warm, bubbling water. They sipped at a white wine he'd poured and looked up at the stars.
"So do I," she said, laying her head on his shoulder. "So do I."
Should she have told him what she'd decided? Probably. While she knew she was far from his first liaison, she didn't think he was completely uninvolved emotionally. Whatever the spark was that had flared between them, it seemed to have acted on him as well as her.
If only she really was the sophisticated woman of the world she'd been pretending to be for the last twenty-four hours. But even though she was part of a race of feminine beings who reveled in unfettered sex, she wasn't like them, never had been. While this time with Marc had been possibly the most wonderful experience of her life, she couldn't travel with him to Quebec as his mistress. That simply wasn't how she wanted to meet the rest of her adopted father's clan. Especially not since her lover was their prince. However tolerant the gargoyles may have become, surely they'd never tolerate their future leader being in a serious relationship with an outsider. No, it was far better to end the relationship here and now, relegating it to a weekend fling. Even if doing so ended up breaking her heart.