天堂2019在线线观看中文

As if to emphasize this, she came out of the shower with her hair dripping wet. And yet he did not so much as stir.

“Dominus,” she walked near him and hugged him from behind.

He was staring at the window, left in deep thoughts. Unusually silent and intolerably brooding.

“My queen,” he whispered. His voice sounded apologetic as he turned and kissed her hair.

He carried her into their bed and let her down gently. Sitting her on his lap as he took the towel from her.

“Let me dry your hair, my queen,” he whispered.

She let him without any protest and sat still on his lap as he proceeded to dry her hair with the towel.

“Are you sure you will be comfortable sleeping here, my love?” he asked, as if he would still insist to drive her home if she so much as showed him any sign of discomfort at being here.

.....

“Yes, I do like to sleep here. I think this is actually quite a good change of scenery. We have not even explored the place properly, so how can we ever leave?” she mumbled.

She does hate staying more at the place, but he did not need to know that. Her conscience would not let him drive after seeing how he was after hearing the fortune teller from earlier.

He barely even touched his dinner, something that really bothered her. She tried to spoon-feed him, which he responded to with a lack of the usual enthusiasm she has learned to expect from him.

He kept silent once again and continued to dry her hair, “I want to shop tomorrow. Maybe try on some dresses, beautiful pieces of jewelry, shoes, and bags,” she tried to open a conversation.

He stopped and caressed her cheek lovingly, he loves providing things for her. Seeing her enjoy the things he couldn’t give her before when he was just a knight far beneath her status made him feel satisfied and accomplished.

“You know I love that,” he admired how her damped hair reminded him of a flower bud drenched in dew.

“I know. You do love gifting me things, a rather fancy including,” she whispered and kissed his cheek.

“You are unusually sweet today, my queen. Should I be worried?” he asked, smiling.

“Not at all, but if you keep pointing it out so shamelessly maybe I should change my mind about being your good girl,” she hugged him tightly. She didn’t want to see him like this.

“Ahh, my good girl. What in the world would have converted my bratty little queen to this little good girl all of a sudden,” he teased her, lovingly caressing her cheek as he held her even closer.

“I’m not used to seeing you so serious and so silent. It is rather a source of loneliness to witness such a change of character. I’ll rather have you return to being a pervert whose main goal is to bring me to shame with his neediness,” she confessed.

“I am sorry for making you worried, my love. It was not my intention. Truly, all I want is to keep you happy and safe beside me,” he kissed her cheek and whispered.

“If you are really worried about me, you must try to cheer up. I could not help worrying about you when I see you like that,” she mumbled and hugged him tighter. “How can you expect me to be so heartless as to not feel anything while I witness your suffering?”

“This may sound so selfish of me, but I do love making you worry,” he confessed.

She pouted, “Why? Does it feel good seeing me so miserable like this?”

“No,” he paused and looked deeply into her eyes. “I like the way your eyes water from trying to control your emotions. How you force yourself to take the initiative by getting yourself a warm bath and trying to seduce me from my stupor. I also enjoy the way your voice falls softly as you try your best to ease my broken heart. These are all the things I like when you worry about me.”

She smiled and face him. With newfound courage she straddled his hips, her legs spread wide on his sides as she ran her fingers through his hair, combing softly against the tussles of his golden locks that perfectly match his radiant eyes of murky gold.

“You are so handsome. So terrifyingly, handsome. Do you know that?” she whispered.

“So terrifyingly handsome, you say?” he smirked. “This is the first time you ever told me that. I wonder if you fear you would fall in love with me because of my rather pleasant face.”

“I didn’t have the confidence to say it to you back then. I am sure you have heard it a thousand times before, so it didn’t matter if I said it or not,” she pouted.

“Heard it from whom?” he chuckled, he likes the momentary jealousy swimming in her eyes.

“From your girl admirers you surely have had, or should I say your sex partners and ‘friends’,” she said the words almost ruefully.

Ahh, she can just imagine the hordes of them buttering him up with sweet words. Something she has been unable to do given her current circumstance of having been kidnapped by him.

“My girl admirers, sex partners, and friends?” he raised an eyebrow and continued. “What could these women have said to me, my queen? I beg you to please enlighten this poor knight.”

“That you are handsome, smart, and heart-stoppingly sexy,” she continued and stopped, finally realizing what he was trying to do.

“Am I?” he asked her, pulling the classic puppy eyes look so effectively.

“Well yes, but you are being unfair,” she said, ruffling his hair.

“Unfair how exactly?” he asked, changing their positions as he pinned her under the bed.

“Unfair that you are doing this to me, making me feel so petty,” she blushed.

“How have you become petty my love?” his eyes filled with longing as her slender fingers massaged his hair, tangling with the tousles as if teasing him for more.

“Alas you have turned me into a petty little miss filled with jealousy,” she whispered.

As if the words she said had started a fire in him, he growled and claimed her lips. He reversed their positions, his strong arms pinned her effectively against the bed as he took off all her clothes.

The roughness of his actions added to the heat she felt earlier. Now it was as if every part of her body touched by him was poured with molten lava.

“Do you wish to love me?” she whispered like a fool.

“No, my dear. I have loved you even from the start,” he grunted and took off his clothes as well, basking in the moonlight that seeped in from the opened window.

“Then what do you wish to do, dear knight?” she gasped as his finger thrust inside her body, making her feel an overarching need to be taken.

“I wish to fuck the hell out of you my love. I wish to break you, use you, and love all the broken parts of you as you lay in my bed, panting out my name like it was the only thing that mattered,” he grunted, adding another finger inside of her as her back arched.

“Alas, why would you like to break something you claim to love?” she asked, teary-eyed as he plunged inside of her yet another finger.

“To make you completely mine. This way you will never wish to be parted away from me. You will crave me as much as I crave to be inside you. This way, you will need me too, with the same desperate abandon and love I feel towards you,” he claimed her lips again, silencing her as their tongues danced.

When he replaced his fingers with his cock, her eyes grew wide and a screech filled the room. He slammed the whole of his width inside her without preparing her body beforehand.

He grinned as she whimpered under him, the scene was overwhelmingly divine for him. No, for him it was heaven. Hearing her desperate pleas and loving each of her wretched cries.

He bit her shoulder as she let out another howl. But he didn’t care. Like an addict that has been dependent on morphine, her words couldn’t reach him.

The bed rapped against the wall as he took more of her, slamming his length inside her tight walls, as she writhed in pain and pleasure. Soon the pounding of their bodies made the bed screech as it made contact with the room’s wall.

He wrapped her legs tighter around his hips as he fucked her faster... deeper... more desperate indeed. All that can be heard are the mindless whimpers and moans coming from her lips.

Each of those nonsensical languages made him even more edged, more needy, more dangerous. He pinched her nipples, making her drool as the pain and sensitivity became too much for her.

“This won’t be enough,” he hissed, flipping her to her back. He forced her to face the headboard and to be on her knees, her legs spread wide apart as he entered her even more roughly than before.

“Too much,” she pleaded with him.

“Fuck, too much you say? It is not even nearly enough,” he gyrated his hips against hers, hitting her womb as she let out another lascivious screech.

“Fuck, so fucking horny. You make me so fucking horny, my love,” he castigated her as he thrusts faster and deeper into her core.

Soon she was clawing at the bedsheets as each desperate move made the bed move. The sounds of his cock entering her tight hole drove them both mad with desire.

“I can’t anymore,” she begged him.

“You will take more, because I said so,” he grunted and held her by the neck until her cheek was in contact with the mattress.

He took her roughly as she felt her mind blank out from the ecstasy and pain that rushed through her. Her whimpers and moans a testament to her conflicting feelings and lost rationale.

“I love you, my queen,” he whispered as he gave her more than she can take, mindless of the mess he has made out of her.

“I do think I can forget all about my torturous thoughts for as long as I see you so broken. So take more of me, let me take you until you fucking bleed. Didn’t you say you wanted to take my mind off things? Then you shouldn’t complain and let your knight fuck the hell out of you,” he grinned as her body arched for him, her wails a desperate plea for him to break her even more.