He didn’t give her time to recover. He grabbed her waist and guided her backward, pushing her down until she collapsed onto the soft pile of furs in the corner. He followed her down immediately, laying his body flat against hers, his weight crushing the air from her lungs in a way that made her gasp.
He hovered over her, his face inches from hers, savoring the panic and desire warring in her silver eyes. Then, he began to kiss her.
But not like before. This wasn’t the ravaging hunger of a starving man. This was calculated, slow and deliberate.
He brushed his lips against hers, light as a feather, barely making contact. When she surged up to capture his mouth, he pulled back just enough to evade her, kissing the corner of her mouth instead. He moved to her jaw, then her ear, then back to her lips, establishing a maddening rhythm.
Fast. Slow. Hard. Soft.
He alternated between bruising, possessive bites that drew a gasp, and agonizingly slow, tender sweeps of his tongue that made her arch her back in frustration.
He might not have had the personal experience in past life...not that he had in this life too... as, Sol had been a cripple, an outcast too, but... that didn’t mean he was ignorant. In his previous life, he had consumed enough "theory." He had read the cultured stories, watched both Japanese and western cultured videos, researched the anatomy of pleasure with the obsession of a lonely man according to the spirit of a true degenerate otaku. So, he knew exactly where the nerve endings clustered. He also knew that anticipation was a sharper blade than fulfillment.
So, he put that research to use now, as a way to verify the truth. He ground his hips against hers in a slow, rolling motion, letting her feel the hardness of his raging cock through the friction, but refusing to enter. He kissed the sensitive spot just below her ear, humming against the skin, feeling her shiver violently beneath him.
"You want it?" he whispered against her neck, his voice a low vibration.
She nodded frantically, her hands roaming over his back, her nails digging into his skin. "Yes... please..."
Sol chuckled darkly. He kissed her throat, feeling the frantic flutter of her pulse. He was enjoying this too much...the absolute control, the way he could dial her pleasure up and down like a mechanism. It was almost irresistible.
"What should I do? Should I thrust it in?" he asked softly, his breath hot against her sensitive, reddened ear.
She hurriedly rattled her head like a captive bird beating its wings against a cage, nodding frantically, her eyes wide and pleading. Her hips bucked up, seeking him, desperate for the fullness she knew he could give.
Seeing this, he smiled brightly... a pure bright smile.
Seeing this, she felt hopeful and thrusted her hips against his cock.
"But too bad, I don’t wanna" he whispered with that same bright smile, even pulled further back, until her body couldn’t touch his. The loss of his heavy warmth on her torso made her cry out, a sound of pure frustration. She tried to sit up, to reach for him, but he shot her a look that pinned her back to the furs.
Lie back," he commanded.
She collapsed back, her chest heaving, eyes filled with tears of grievance and let her legs fall open completely.
Seeing this he smiled satisfied, but didn’t rush to the finish. The darkness in him demanded a thorough conquest, a slow and deliberate mapping of the territory he had seized. He wanted to know her...not just the shape of her, but the taste of her, the way she broke apart under his touch.
So, he began another assault.
He lowered his hips and began to ground against hers in a slow, heavy rhythm, letting her feel the hardness of his cock again through the friction, tantalizingly close but still refusing to bridge the gap. He then continued to kiss the underside of her jaw, his tongue tracing the bone, before biting gently on the soft skin of her neck.
"Please..." she whimpered, her hips bucking upward, trying to capture the friction she needed, trying to force him to take her.
He ignored her plea, physically pinning her down with his weight. He moved his hands down her body, tracing the curve of her ribs, the dip of her waist. He kneaded her flesh, his thumbs pressing deep into her muscles, making her gasp. He kissed her collarbone, licking the salt from the hollow of her throat, then moved to her ear, his breath hot and heavy.
"Begging already?" he whispered, his voice a low, rough caress. "But we haven’t even started yet."
He intensified the friction, rubbing against her extremely sensitive pussy without entering, driving her to the brink of madness. He kissed her eyelids, her nose, her lips, teasing her with quick, fleeting touches that promised everything but gave nothing. She was a mess of raw nerves, her head thrashing from side to side on the furs, her hands clutching at his back, her nails digging in.
She was no longer the composed hunter’s wife. She was raw desire, stripped bare.
"Please..." she gasped, the name tearing from her throat. "Please... I can’t... I need it..."
Her back arched off the furs, her body a taut bow of tension, her toes curling. She was trembling so violently that her teeth chattered, her silver eyes wide and swimming with unshed tears of frustration.
Sol looked down at her, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He had brought her to the very edge of sanity without even entering her. The sight of her completely undone, unraveling under his touch, fed the hunger in him more than any meal ever could.
"Alright," he murmured, pulling back slightly, watching her eyes fly open in panic at the loss of heat. "I think you’re ready now."
He slid down her body, his chest rubbing against hers, his gaze locked on her flushed, desperate face. Kissing her toned stomach muscle on the way, feeling the muscles quiver beneath his lips. He licked a drop of sweat from her navel, the salt sharp on his tongue, before moving further down.
He stopped when he was finally kneeling between her legs again, looking at the prize he had prepared so thoroughly, looking up at her one last time to see her head thrown back, her chest heaving, her body primed and waiting.
He smiled. Now, he would break her completely.
His hands slid down towards the sides of her thighs, gripping the soft flesh firmly, forcing her legs further apart until she was completely open to him. The scent here was overwhelming... a dizzying, concentrated mix of crushed flowers, raw, salty musk of her arousal. It was a primitive perfume that made his mouth water.
He pressed his face against the smooth skin of her inner thigh, inhaling deeply. She gasped above him, her hands tangling in his hair, her fingers tightening painfully.
Seeing her body literally trembling due to intense arousal, he finally leaned in, his hot breath brushing over her wet, swollen pink folds. She couldn’t even handle that level of simulation and suddenly twitched, her hips jerking forward involuntarily, a ragged gasp tearing from her throat.