Chapter 171
After they had got into bed, Alexcent could not stop kissing Athyst’s hand. Does Alec have a fetish? Athyst wondered. He has not stopped touching my hand since we go here. Ouch! He had bit the back of her hand.
“Alec? My hand. It feels swollen.”
Alexcent silenced her by pressing his lips against hers. He opened her mouth with his forceful tongue, which he ran along her teeth and then brushed the inside of her cheek. Each of Athyst’s nerve cells flinched and she trembled.
“Al…e…!” she moaned.
He clamped on to her with a ferocity, as if he had desire flowing through his veins. Athyst could tell that he would not be dissuaded from intimacy. Alexcent pulled her closer to his chest.
“Alec,” she gasped, trying to catch a breath.
Alexcent lowered his head, lifted her chin a little and put his lips on hers once more. She instinctually cupped his face with her hands as their tongues tangled with each other. Alexcent revealed one of her full breasts, his fingers twisting and caressing her nipple. His other hand made its way between her legs, rubbing at the entrance to pleasure with a finger. Her legs spasd with joy as she moaned in his arms. It took no ti for his finger to beco slippery with her juice.
“You’re so wet already,” He whispered in her ear.
“Don’t say…that,” Athyst sighed
“Why not?”
“Because it’s embarra….. uhhhhh!”
One of his thick fingers made its way inside of her. “As if this could be embarrassing,” Alexcent said, slyly.
A second finger entered her. Athyst instinctively closed her thighs as the pressure built inside.
“I don’t think so,” Alexcent admonished her.
“But!” Athyst gasped.
“If you don’t open your legs, my finger will be inside forever.”
His fingers spread her wide and he put his long, middle finger deep inside. The motion made her gush even more.
“Please!” Athyst pleaded, while letting out rough breaths.
“Open,” He spoke again.
Athyst’s thighs slowly opened at his command. Alexcent seed pleased and took out his finger as she had wished. Athyst shook, on the verge of orgasm and the juice that was created ca out all at once, soaking the bed.
“See, you’re already so wet.” His finger imdiately thrust back in, which he began to shift in and out as he massaged her cl*t. Athyst’s hips rocked with the motion of his hand.
“Alec! Now!” Athyst cried. The thought of him inside of her was more then she could handle. Her desire had reached its limit and she began to feel dizzy.
Alexcent, at her urging, positioned himself above her and thrust himself inside. The heat of the mont made short work on him, and soon he had filled her with his seed.
Alex looked Athyst in the eyes and smiled. “See, you and I are connected like this.”
Athyst, who was embarrassed by s*x talk, blushed and cried, “I told you, don’t say things like that!”
***
The welcoming ceremony didn’t occur right after the appointnt ceremony. Usually, it happened between seven to ten days after. Athyst picked the eighth day, as that seed to be the normal ti fra.
The decorations, for the ballroom had been arranged with Floria, the flower rchant. The kitchens had been instructed to prepare a wide variety of at dishes. She also arranged for an endless flow of alcohol, following Pon’s advice. Everything seed to be proceeding smoothly.
Athyst decided to take a break. She changed into comfortable clothing and headed to the training room. Strangely, it was empty. Without a sparring partner, she would only be able to practice her postures. It had been a while since she wielded a sword and she hoped she hadn’t forgotten any of her technique.
“Your elbow’s too high.” The booming, bass voice made Athyst jump. She lowered her sword and turned her head. Standing in the doorway was Barden Crenson.
“I didn’t know you were learning swordsmanship,” he said.
“Yes, my lord, though it hasn’t been for very long. I’m just learning it as self-defense.”
“Ma’am, please use informal speech. I may be a noble but I don’t have a title, so you don’t have to address formally.”
“All right. Then can I just call you Sir Barden?”
“Please do.”
“Do we know each other?” Athyst wanted to see if he knew who she was.
“Yes, no. No.” Barden seed confused.
“Your answer is very strange,” Athyst said.
“Sorry. It’s first ti I’ve t you in person.”
“So, do you perhaps know? That there was once talk of marriage between us?” Athyst asked.
“Yes. I wanted to et you,” Barden replied
I see. That’s why he kept staring at , Athyst thought. Was he perhaps attracted to ? Maybe he had wanted the marriage to go through. That can’t be true.
“Did you pick the duke’s family just because you wanted to et ?” Athyst asked.
“No, that’s not it. Don’t miscomprehend. The reason I ca to the duke’s family was because of soone I like.”
Like? So, there’s soone he likes. Athyst had almost made a fool of herself.
“Soone you like?” She was curious who it was.
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