Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son

Theron dived into her neck to savour the delicate skin of her neck. He inhaled her scent, a scent he had longed for a long time yet smelled just as addicting as the first time and continued using his warm mouth to taste her, leaving visible marks on her skin as though branding her body as his to possess.

His hands leisurely ran up and down from her chest to her sides, letting his fingers trace along each lovely curve of her body, sometimes brushing lightly over her breasts, at times squeezing them as if he was freely exploring his territory. As he let his hands roam her curves, he found her body both familiar and unfamiliar— it seemed like her body became more mature, curvier and seductively fuller than what he remembered.

In response to those arousing touches, Esther clutched the belt that tied her hands and arched her body, tilting her head to make it easy for her husband to kiss her neck and shoulders. She let out soft moans, enjoying what he was doing to her body. Every inch of her skin was on fire wherever he touched her.

The way his hands travelled all over her body felt different, and it was as if he was lighting up the fire of lust in her. Compared to what she felt with him years back, the way of him roughly handling her body now was greedier and more primal, and this more aggressive husband of hers made her feel a deeper sense of satisfaction.

She felt it was the same for him, probably because they were away from each other for so long, and their desire which they restrained for years was being poured out all at once.

"Ahhh…"

She bit her lower lip with her teeth to stop making another lewd sound, but her body was more sensitive than usual, and her throat could not help but let out muffled sounds of pleasure.

Theron pulled back to look at her, his dark gaze fixed on her lips. "Let me hear you moan, Wife, or else I will stop."

She didn't want him to stop and immediately released her lip from her teeth.

"More…" she begged. "Don't stop…Please…"

"Good," he praised her, and he briefly kissed her as a reward before moving his face back to savour those soft mounds on her chest.

Theron found that there was a different addition to her usual scent. It was a sweet and milky aroma that made his manhood twitch more violently, and he realized her mounds were bigger and fuller than before. The warmth and softness from her chest felt different, and his savage urges were further stoked.

His warm mouth savoured each of them with his coarse tongue circling around her perky pink buds. His teeth tugged them while his hands didn't stop kneading them harshly, leaving imprints of his fingers on them.

"Don't…ahhh…Theron, you're too rough—"

Despite her saying that, her back arched to get more of that rough treatment, as she gasped and moaned while calling for her husband.

"Not like that…ahhh…yes…"

Her legs clenched together as they kept rubbing against the mattress, wanting more but at the same time trying to get away from it. She desperately wanted to get her release, yet at the same time, she didn't want it to end.

"You say that, but you feel good," he said, his voice husky with lust. "Your body is honest, wife. You like it rough."

Theron moved down from her chest to her flat stomach, and her heart began to race loudly, her chest heaving up and down with each shallow breath. She looked at him who was going farther down and she could not wait to feel that carnal pleasure that had been denied from her for a long time.

His warm and needy mouth bit and licked on her soft skin, leaving a burning trail followed by featherlight kisses as he moved downwards. Just as he was about to reach her most private part, he parted her legs but seconds passed without him touching her there.

The woman felt the frustration of having her pleasure withheld and she looked at her husband to see why he stopped. For a moment, she wanted to reach out to him, nearly forgetting he had tied her hands and she could not even touch him.

'Was he planning to torment me like this?'

Only now did she fully feel how unfair it was that the initiative was all on her husband. He could start and stop on a whim, yet she was deprived of having the chance to enjoy touching him and exploring his wonderfully sculpted body. She could do nothing but wait in sweet agony for his next move.

In the end, she could not help but squirm under his gaze. "Theron…?"

Expecting this reaction from her, he looked up at her while he lightly kissed the inside of her slender thighs. It was so gentle she barely felt his lips, but his hot breath fanned against her skin, igniting her senses once more, and she knew then he was tormenting her on purpose.

"Theron…Please…"

In response to her begging, he bit the soft flesh gently with his teeth, but he still didn't touch her where she wanted it the most.

"Please what, wife?"

He could clearly see the frustration in her eyes that showed how desperate she was.

"Please…Don't tease me…" she said as she licked her lips.

"Tease you?" he spoke as his hand moved down between her legs, only to briefly brush his long fingers along her wet folds.

A heavy gasp left her lips as she arched her back, and heard him whisper seductively, "Are you talking about this?" His fingers worked wonders along her wet folds and that soft bundle of sensitive nerves, making her unable to answer him. "Or this?" He roughly pushed his finger inside her.

No words could leave her mouth. She panted and moaned, her breaths heavy while making those seductive sounds without holding back.

"T-Theron…uhhh… I want more…deeper…faster…"