Predatory Marriage — Chapter 46. Bed of Roses (2)

“This is what you wanted. You should eat more.”

“Hhhh, ah… Ahhhh, Ishakan…!” Leah screamed, her voice shouting in protest, her mind l*sting for more.

“I’ll have to fill you up properly so that your mind won’t crave it for a while.”

Her helpless moans and whimpers resonated through the quiet night. The sound of slapping bodies and heavy breathing intensified. Her eyes glistened with tears, she could faintly glimpse the fluttering moonlight as she threw her head back. She dug her fingernails deep into his back, unrestrained. Her mind went blank, an incredible, indescribable pleasure swept her senses.

“Hick, haaaang!”

Leah let out seductive sobs and arched her hips. She climaxed, her nectar trickling down. She looked especially frail and sensual in the afterglow.

Then, a chill ran down her spine, her hands and feet wouldn’t stop trembling.

His grasp tightened, he did not stop. Instead, he pushed his still invigorated rod, deeper. He sucked the saliva dribbling down her open lips, nibbling her cheek as he did so.

“I’ll fill you up till you’re full today!” He declared.

***

How many times did they do it?

Leah had lost all semblance of reality, she could no longer tell where she ended and Ishakan began. After the second time, her memory blurred. All that remained was a faint recollection of their frenzied union; their last sliver of reserve had long escaped its shackles as Ishakan took her like a beast.

The last she remembered was her delirious scream; cries of ecstatic pleasure. It seemed like she had fainted after that. She hadn’t eaten properly in order to prepare for the banquet, so it was only natural that her body could not handle it, after she engaged in such fierce lovemaking.

Leah forced her leaden eyelids to open. She desperately needed to moisten her parched throat. Water, I need water.

“…”

A long piece of fluttering cloth caught her eye. It was a curtain, embroidered with elaborate patterns, freely flittering with the wind. Her consciousness slowly returned to her, she began to notice her surroundings. Her eyes stared vacantly, as if studying the intricate patterns on the curtains.

Leah found herself in a quiet dark room. A haze of smoke placed a filter, the silence so intense that even the inaudible whirlwind of dust could be heard.

Peeking through the window, silver light from the perfectly rounded moon shone through. A world of stars painted the sky, allowing her to see a prism of small, glittering gems, that dotted the sky through the clear glass panes.

It was surreal. Leah felt someone touching her hair. Her eyelids fluttered continuously, trying to comprehend whether she was still in a dream, or this trance was a reality. The warmth that playfully touched and gently combed through her hair was reassuring.

After a while of feeling the touch, she realized that she was lying on a bed. Her head was resting against a warm, firm mound – to be precise, she was using a taut thigh as a pillow.

The man, leaning against the bedside, was relaxedly smoking. With a cigarette between his index and middle finger, he had one limb raised at a ninety degree angle and the other laid out for her.

He took a deep drag and exhaled. The hazy smoke that followed his long breath, scattered in the dawn air. The cool, yet sweet scent, slowly wafted through the room.

Leah, who had been staring at him for a long time, wriggled her body. She no longer had the energy to get up herself. So, she only managed to slightly move her head. Thankfully, the man whose bronzed thigh she was using as a pillow, immediately noticed. His golden eyes that were staring into the distant twilight turned to her.

She smacked and puckered her lips.

“Water…”

Ishakan pulled her up and leaned her on his chest. He stubbed his cigarette on the brass ashtray on the bed, and reached out to the bedside table.

Picking up the ewer, he had a mouthful. Then, looking at her parched lips, he kissed her, slowly releasing the water into her mouth. She gulped the cool water passing through his lips, drinking down to the last drop. Her eyes lingered on his, asking for more.

Ishakan again fed her water in the same way. She felt some of her senses return after she’d sated her thirst. However, she still had no strength in her body, and her mind was still hazy. She felt like someone was constantly poking her head with a small needle. Her perception was distorted, her vision spiraling.

“I feel dizzy…,” she said meekly.

Ishakan passed something through her lips, as soon as she whined and shook her head.

“Don’t swallow it, just let it sit in your mouth, for a few seconds, then spit it out… Yes, that’s it, like that.”

The cigarette smoke mellowly filled her mouth, and interestingly enough as soon as the cool scent permeated in her moistened cavity, her headache disappeared. The dizziness too slowly subsided. She wanted to swallow it, but lacked the strength to do so, so she kept it in her mouth and spat it out like she was bid.

“Good job.”

He kissed her lightly. She liked the cool sensation and wanted to taste some more. She opened her mouth again, but Ishakan took it away firmly.

“No. Too much of even medicine is poison.” His soothing voice turned down her silent plea.

A warm hand covered her eyes as she looked at him with sadness. His deep, low voice sounded like a lullaby.

“You should be all right now.”

That one word magically reassured her.

Yes, everything was going to be all right.

She closed her eyes, hiding in the darkness his palm bathed them in.

Drowsiness started to occlude her thoughts. Slowly, she sank back into a deep slumber.

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