Inexperienced novel Chapter 18

He throws me onto the bed, my heart is beating so wildly and so fast that a part of me is scared that it'll stop at any moment. He slowly crawls over to me, and hovers just above me staring down at me. It's as if the world stops right then and there, but I hunger for something and I know that only he can satisfy it. Our quick breaths seem to be the only sound that existed right then and there, and I was living for it. Right when I think I couldn't wait any longer his lips latch on to mine. The kiss is slow and beautiful at first but then it grows hungry and is filled with something I can't describe, but I find myself drinking it in, absorbing it, as if I was an addict and I couldn't get enough of the drug. As if I was dying of thirst or hunger and I just needed more. A whimper escapes me as his lips detach from mine and slowly travel down my body, his lips expertly caressing my skin. I've never craved for something more in my life, than what I craved for then. The problem was, I didn't exactly know what I was craving. All I knew was that it was intense and somewhat intimate. I blush slightly as I feel his lips turn up into a smirk, his eyes then latch onto mine.

"Look at you little one. The way your body reacts to me," he says huskily as his feather like touch moves along my skin. I shiver as if to prove his point, my breath hitching slightly. His lips move slowly, to slow in my opinion. I find myself whining slightly and wriggling around.

"Please," I beg...What exactly was I begging for? Why were my hands desperately clinging the sheets, absorbing and loving the feel of their warmth and smoothness beneath my fingers.

"What is it you want?" He asks lowly, his eyes darkening.

"I-I..." feeling shy from his intense gaze, I burry my head in my pillow.

"Ah-ah don't shy from me now little one," he teases as he gently turns my face towards him. "I bet I know exactly. What. You. Want." He says, tapping my sensitive part with each word. A moan escapes me and I blush harder, if that's even possible.

"Please..." I say breathlessly as if one more tap could undo me.

"The lady gets what the lady wants." I almost cried out in joy. "But the lady has to be patient." he says and I groan, wriggling my hips. He grabs my hips and holds them still. "If you keep doing that little one, trust me when I say you're going to regret it." He growls his eyes, if possible, getting darker. Right then and there, I knew he meant it, and apart of me...Wanted to know exactly what it was he would do. His hands then go from my hips to the one part that could undo me. He gently brushes his fingers over my sensitive part and I quiver and find it almost impossible to breathe. If that has a great effect on me, what would happen if...My thoughts are cut off as his hands slide back up and under my shirt, his fingers skimming over my already sensitive nipples. Before I know it, I am shirtless and exposed. Quickly I go to cover up but he takes my wrists and gently lifts my arms above my head.

"W-" Before I could even form the end of that word, his lips latch onto my right nipple and I gasp, my body arching without my permission. A feeling of...What is it called? How can I describe something I've never felt before. The feeling traveled all the way down to my curling toes.

"If you keep making noises like that little one, I don't know how long I'll be able to control myself," he says lowly before he latched his lips onto my left nipple.

"Then d-don't, j-just..." I'm unable to finish my sentence, due to the...Pleasure? Is that what this feeling is called?

"Don't tempt me," his lips latch back onto mine in a hungry kiss. I whimper as he nibbles my bottom lip, making a certain spot on my body crave him, more than the rest. As if they had a mind of their own, my hands free themselves from his gentle grasp and run up and under his shirt, feeling the muscles that for as long as I can remember wondered what they would feel like under my fingertips. He helps me take his shirt off and my eyes finally get to absorb the sculpted master piece in all its glory. My fingers then wander from his sculpted chest up into his hair. The feel of it between my fingers was more amazing than I imagined. Before I knew it, I was only in my panties and he in his boxers. I'll admit I did shy away at first but somehow around him I felt...For once I felt comfortable in my own body. I felt beautiful.

"Marquis," I moan as he teases me and I know I can't take it any longer. Whatever it was I craved for has gotten the best of me and I could no longer ignore it. His darkened gray eyes look into mine and I knew at that moment that he craved me as much as I craved him. What I found even more interesting was that I wanted to stay in this moment just a little longer. His lips in a little smile, hair disheveled but slightly and perfectly falling in front of his eyes, chest heaving, and the way his eyes were speaking to me, communicating a type of feeling, but for some reason right then and there I couldn't put my finger on it, but by the way my heart was beating and the slight smile that was on my face, I knew I felt the same.

" I know little one, I know," he says and in one swift movement he rips my panties off and undresses himself. But I don't look down, I want to take in his whole body, but something is stopping me. He then hovers over me, his lips then latch onto mine in a soft kiss. We part.

"Marquis." I whisper. "I-I never...I...this is my first time." The moment those words leave my mouth, that's when I discover, exactly what it was my body was craving for.

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