Chapter 373: longer
"Please," she begged.
But the pounding continued, "Please what?"
Yes, please what? Even though she feared what would happen if he didn’t stop, she also did not want it to end.
"Please," the words escaped through her cries.
"Please what?" he repeated.
Once again, nothing came out of her mouth when being confronted with the question.
Arabella continued to lay there for his use.
And use he did, hitting mercilessly until their colliding bodies birthed a clapping sound.
The tension rose higher along with her temperature and in the end, she shook so violently, her irises threatened to go back into her head.
After that, Arabella had no memory of what happened next. Upon reopening her eyes, she realized that her body had been bundled up in the sheets.
She was no longer lying across the mattress, but her head was resting on a pillow. It took her some effort and time to collect her thoughts.
When memories of what had happened before she blacked out resurfaced, her heart began racing again.
The candles had been snuffed which shrouded the room in darkness that was only braved by the moon light reaching through the window.
Silas was nowhere near her, but the feeble light spilling through the curtains from the other half of the room clued her in as to his whereabouts.
Very carefully, Arabella pushed herself off the bed, but stopped for a second to steady herself on her feet.
Her knees were still quite weak after the ordeal her body had been subjected to.
Upon putting her peignoirs around her shoulders, she took little steps towards him.
Silas sat at his carving desk, looking busy, fully immersed in whatever had consumed his attention. Or so she believed.
"You only lasted five minutes before throwing the towel," he chuckled.
When he turned around, his features offered her the warmest of smiles.
Her hands went behind her back, earning her a guilty outlook, "I am sorry,"
"No. Why would you apologise for that?" he extended an inviting hand.
Arabella cut the distance between them and took his hand. Silas guided her around then sat her on his lap.
"Are you feeling any pain or discomfort?" he asked, "I, again, did my best not to hit too hard,"
"No pain whatsoever," she shook her head, "But I do feel drained,"
His smile grew brighter, "That means I did my job correctly," another chuckle escaped him, "You know you made a mess of things," he stole a quick kiss from her lips.
Her eyes instantly fell down to her crotch as her face turned beet red.
"Don’t fret. I cleaned it all up before tucking you in bed," his hand went under her chin and forced her to look up at him again, "I told you I did my job correctly,"
Her fingers took a pinch of the thin fabric that made his shirt and twiddled it, "What about you?"
"What about me?" his eyebrows furrowed curiously.
"Did you... Finish?" the words came out with a lot of reluctance.
"Oh, yes, I did!" he licked his lips, "I hope you don’t mind, I kept going for a good while after you went to sleep,"
Arabella hid her face in his neck right after hearing that.
"Look at you, kicking your feet, all coy and shy," his hand caressed her cheek softly, "Does that mean you don’t mind?"
"No, I do not mind it one bit," she lifted her head to look him in the eyes.
"I am glad to hear that, but I must admit, I preferred it when you were awake," he stole yet another kiss from her lips, "I love feeling your walls tighten and contract around me,"
"So, you enjoyed it," she half asked, eyes round and bright like those of a deer.
"You bet I enjoyed it! I only hope you enjoyed it as much as I did," he bit his bottom lip without blinking, "Although, considering the mess you made, I think I have my answer already,"
Her irises danced from left to right, avoiding his gaze, "When you say, I made a mess... What do you exactly mean?"
The sheepish look on her ripped another sweet smile from him, "Hmmm... So, you are telling me you don’t know what happens when a woman enjoys intercourse a little too much," he half asked.
"Well...," she trailed off momentarily, "That part was never included in my training since it has to do with my pleasure and not my partner’s,"
"Pity," he clicked his tongue against his palate, "It seems your trainer wasn’t that competent either,"
"Why not?" she straightened her stance, her stomach knotted around itself, "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, but your trainer should have known that a man’s pleasure doubles when noting that their partner is also enjoying herself with him," his hand explored her hips as he spoke.
Arabella looked up at the ceiling, seemingly pensive, "I suppose that doesn’t matter when I consider the person I was training to please was none other than the prince. He is so self-absorbed that he wouldn’t have noticed,"
"Believe me when I say, he would have noticed," he whispered those words so close to her face that his breath caressed her skin, "As for your previous question," his finger traced the bridge of her nose from forehead down to the tip, "You did a bit of spraying all over me and yourself as well. Nothing too hard to clean," he shrugged before kissing her cheek.
For a moment, she kept her tongue still in her mouth, pushing every thought out of the way. When her eyes landed on the piece of work he’d been working on, they had that hazy veil over them that indicated distance.
Her mind had gone to a far away land. So far that Silas had to call her back to their reality, "What goes behind those pretty eyes of yours?"
Her gaze sharpened when she turned back to face him, "I was thinking about how unfair it is for you to be with someone like me,"
His hands wrapped around her waist and pressed her closer against himself, "You don’t have to worry about that for now. We can train your endurance as we go and you’ll be able to last longer,"