Blood Legacy Chapter 88: 86. All fun and games

I mildly shivered, enjoying the feel of his fingers tracing over my bare back as I stood there and watched his focused expression through the mirror, the small sound of the zipper of my dress being pulled reaching my ears.

His lips followed, planting gentle kisses over my shoulder whilst his hands snuck around my waist, pulling me closer into his warm and very naked chest.

I let out a soft and hitching breath as soon as he inched closer to the side of my neck, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin.

"I thought you were supposed to help me dress up, not try to get it off," I murmured, my voice a little shaky and breathless as I couldn't stop my body from reacting to his enticing ministrations, my panties already feeling a little damp against my sensitive lips.

I watched him express a devilish smirk as he paused to peer at me through the mirror.

"I can't help it. You look so fucking pure and delicious in this dress, it makes me want to destroy it and taint your innocence," he let his gaze hungrily roam over the light and simple white dress adorning my body, making me feel another trickle of liquid heat in my nether regions.

"You're sick," I replied despite my body's wanton reaction, ripping myself free from his heated embrace before I turned around to lightly push at his muscled chest.

"Only for you," he grinned like the demon he was, stepping closer before he wrapped a firm and possessive arm around me, looking like he wanted to eat me whole right then and there.

"You're my drug and I need my daily dose," he leaned over to whisper in my ear, taking a long and hearty inhale before he pressed an open-mouthed kiss in that special spot between my neck and shoulder, making me shiver and feel so ticklish I couldn't help but let out a squeaky giggle.

I mewled in protest and turned back around in his hold, casually taking another look at myself in the mirror.

"Why do I even need to wear this anyway?" I expressed a mild frown, looking at the long and breezy white dress covering my body, the mellow and gauzy material feeling so soft against my skin, almost giving me the impression that I was naked if I closed my eyes for a second.

He'd brought it for me to put it on right after we'd gotten back from the village, not even bothering to give me an explanation before he made me wear it.

*Damn. I should've let him buy me that gorgeous dress from the village instead.* I did try it on after all and I looked absolutely amazing in it. It even fit me perfectly! The only problem was that it was too fucking expensive and I didn't want him to spend so much money on me. It didn't feel right. Even though now I was probably about to attend another family reunion or whatever wearing this weird thing instead.

*It's not that bad though,* I thought after another inspecting look, liking the way it cascaded down my legs as it was actually made out of multiple strips of fabric, giving me plenty of room to move and also showing off my tanned legs at every step. I kinda looked like a sexy fae. Or even an amazon.

"You'll see," he cryptically replied again, making me meet his hungry stare through the mirror.

He let his chin rest over my shoulder, feeling the way his skin caressed mine with every breath as his bare chest was pressed against my back, his gaze dropping to follow his own actions as his hands disappeared underneath those strips of fabric composing my skirt, making my breath hitch again.

"I'm still mad at you, you know," my voice trembled a little, failing so hard at my attempt to remain impassive as his hands skimmed over my thighs, eliciting a string of delicious tingles.

"What for?" He frowned a little, planting a small peck in that sweet spot between my neck and shoulder.

"For kissing me in front of all those people!" I whined, remembering the awful way it felt.

"Do you know how embarrassed and awkward I felt? I wanted the ground to swallow me whole right then and there!"

He chuckled at that, seemingly pleased by my torment as he continued to caress me, completely unfazed.

"Aww, I'm sorry. Here, let me make it up to you,"

I gasped as I suddenly felt his hand dive straight into my panties, drawing a languid caress over my wet slit with his middle finger.

"Nathan!"

"Yes?" He nonchalantly answered to my moaning plea, feeling his lips tickle the shell of my ear in such an arousing way that my knees almost buckled from underneath me.

My own fingers dug in his arm, unsure whether to push his hand away or press it even harder against me as I harshly panted, too enraptured by the feeling.

"I'm...serious..."

"Me too," he firmly answered and before I even knew what was happening my back was already pressed against the nearest wall, finding him kneeling before me.

"You are my queen," his determined gaze found my own as he grabbed my panties and ripped them off of me in one quick move, making me let out a startled gasp.

"...and I will proudly show it to the world on every occasion," he then grabbed my leg and threw it over his shoulder, prying away those strips of fabric with his hand and baring my glistening pussy to him, making my body tremble with anticipation.

"I will only ever kneel for you and only you, for you are the sole mistress of my heart, my body and my wicked spirit. The world needs to know who you belong to. That I am yours, and you are mine. Now shut up and let me worship you like a true king would his queen," he growled and leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss over the inside of my thigh before averting his attention to my heated core, my lips parting to let out a loud and gratified moan as soon as he unleashed his tongue on my needy cunt.

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