His Perfect Passion (9 page)

Marianne realized it felt right to do this. She wanted to.

Descending slowly, she felt the head brush the back of her throat, and it spurred her on. Marianne liked his cock in her mouth.

Darius put his hands up to her head and buried them in her hair, holding her mouth steady while slowly thrusting in and out, seeking a rhythm, just like before.

“God! You’re magnificent. Your lips wrapped around my cock—ahhhhh.”

Marianne kept working his flesh between her lips and would have continued, but he stilled their movements after a time. Gently holding her head still, he withdrew. She felt a bit of a loss when he left her mouth. Why did he want her to stop? She raised herself back up and flashed him a slight curl of a smile before licking her lips, rubbing them slowly together.

Darius brought his fingers to her lips, caressing, and told her why. “I don’t want to come just yet. Sometime, I’d like to come in your mouth, but not this time,” he whispered very softly.

Marianne smiled back at him, feeling suddenly bold.

Yes, she would like to do that for him, remembering how exquisite his mouth had felt when he’d used it to pleasure her.

Darius came at her again, using one hand to cup the back of her head, the other to cradle the base of her spine, and descended for a kiss. Marianne caught the lingering taste of him on her tongue as it blended with his own.

“Come here. Straddle my lap. Sit on me, Marianne.”

She split her legs over the sides of his, folding them under. His hot erection sandwiched up between her thighs, against her burning cunny, that ached for him again.

He guided himself, rubbing the head against her slick flesh God, it felt divine when he did that. Whimpering, she pushed harder against him, seeking, needing, craving…

I just need it in me. Hard and deep and…now!

“You want my cock inside you again, Marianne? Tell me, my beauty!”

She did not hold back even an instant. “I want your cock inside me again, Darius!”

He served. Twin, satisfied moans pierced the silence as he slid inside, filling her deeply.

“Ride me. Ride my cock, Marianne!”

She gripped his shoulders and began to rock up and down his length. He cupped the cheeks of her bottom from below and helped.

Writhing atop him, Marianne thought she could not even care about what she looked like or be embarrassed by it. What they were doing was so shocking and pleasurable at the same time she could die like this and surely wouldn’t care. She wanted him hard and driving inside her. The feel of him piercing her through her own guiding movements was sublime, as was the knowledge that she was driving their sex this time. Up and down, she drew off and then dropped downward, encasing his cock, over and over and over.

Marianne was relieved to have Darius let her take him like this, as he wanted to do, and as she craved.

Her breasts swayed from all the movement, right before him. He captured first one nipple and then the other, sucking deeply, to the point of pain, pulling them up into his mouth. That sweet sting, mixed with the rasping of his cock teasing her clit, forced her to cry out in rapture.

They thrust together wildly. Back and forth, advance and retreat. She felt the spasms starting and bore down to squeeze tightly around him. Her shuddering cries must have told him she was coming, triggering an explosive release in him.

“Ahhh…ohhh…God, Marianne, I’m going to come!”

She felt Darius get impossibly harder, just before he spurted his seed. It shot up deep, and she could smell the earthy scent she remembered from before.

He worked her fast, up and down, one last burst, his fingers gripping into the seam of her bottom. One final thrust finished the frenzy, and he crushed her to his chest, his cock jerking spasmodically.

He choked out roughly, “
Bellissima,
you are most splendid…”

Easing down from fulfillment, they stroked each other. Marianne rubbed his back and kissed his collarbone. Darius kissed his favorite spot on her neck and caressed low on her hips. They stayed locked together for a long time.

Marianne felt his erection slowly soften inside her.

Eventually he roused them up to standing again. Helping her up, Darius kissed her deeply on the mouth and swept her into his arms, never breaking contact with her lips.

He carried her that way back to the bed, whispering through soft kisses the whole way. Cradling her head carefully, he laid her out, down on the bed. Darius was so gentle and tender in the way he touched her, it nearly caused her tears to return.

“Responding so sweetly to me, your skin touching mine is blissful, my Marianne.”

Being drawn close, Marianne indulged in the comfort of his sculpted body next to hers.

They stared at one another, lying on their sides, eyes each studying the other’s features. Marianne memorized every line, ridge, and hollow of his handsome face.

“I am glad, Darius, that I please you,” she finally spoke, sighing into the security of his embrace, relishing the solace of being cherished. “I want to. It makes me feel…better. You know what I need.”

He chuckled softly and stroked over her hair. “I do know, Marianne, and I will always give you what you need. It is my duty to care for you and protect you now, and it gives me great pleasure to do so. Precious—that’s what you are. You are precious and perfect
to me, Marianne.”

Far, far from perfect, Darius!

Chapter Ten

Darius paused to look at Marianne, still sleeping in their bed. Her shining hair flowed out like a glossy halo upon the pillow. The sheet had slipped down, exposing one beauteous breast. Darius felt his breath catch at the sight of her. So beautiful. The stab to the gut that followed upon the heels of his admiration was so powerful, he widened his eyes at the sensation of pain. He wondered how unrecognizable he had truly become from the man he used to be. The past month had changed him. Marianne had changed him.

As the new mistress of a large estate, there was much to acquaint her with. The house was named Stonewell Court, due to the light gray stone of which it was built, and stood along the southern coast. The sea could be viewed from the second floor on up, which delighted Marianne. She’d told Darius so, and he didn’t forget details like that.

There were an abundance of servants to introduce. Mr. and Mrs. West ran most business about the estate and house, Mr. West as Darius’s steward, and Mrs. West as the housekeeper.

There were also the dogs. Darius had two wolfhounds, Brutus and Cleo, who took a great liking to their new mistress. If Marianne was outside, they were sure to be with her. When they were allowed inside the house, both were liable to be stretched out at her feet. Marianne told him she didn’t mind. Darius had teased, saying she’d quite stolen away their loyalty to him, but secretly he was glad she did not mind the dogs, for their guard eased his worry some.

Upon this day though, Darius had business calling him away for the morning, and thus the reason for the stealth in observing his wife’s womanly charms while she slept.

His breath caught at the sight, when she opened her eyes. So blue.

“Good morning, my beauty. I s’pose you’ve caught me leering at you before I must go.” He reached out his knuckles to trace over the creamy, rounded flesh, her nipple hardening in response.

Catching his hand, she brought it to her lips. “You are leaving.”

He nodded. “Solicitors first, then some business with Greymont on a matter he’s asked for some support.”

“When will you return, Darius?”

He smiled at that. “Will you miss me today, sweet wife?”

She gave him the tiniest of nods and then a look.

“Did you want to say something, Marianne?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me then. Say what you want me to know.”

She hesitated before answering him. He could tell she struggled with her choice of words. “I am glad you stayed to wish me farewell. Please never leave me without a goodbye, Darius. I need that from you.” She regarded him solemnly, her face a mask of intriguing beauty.

“Of course, my darling.” He bent and kissed her lips, her neck, and finally her bared breast, covering the nipple and grazing with his teeth. “You taste so good,” he moaned. When she arched into him he had half a mind to crawl back into the bed with her.

She did that to him. The need to have her was incessant. Morning, afternoon, night…didn’t matter. The merest glimpse or gesture from her and he was lost. His cock was greedy when it came to Marianne. Darius wondered if his need for sex would ever abate. The more he had of her, the more he seemed to crave.

“What will you do today, Marianne?”

“I thought I might ride over to Papa’s for a visit.”

“Very well,” he said quietly. “Please take the dogs with you, and don’t stay too long. Remember we have dinner with the Rothvales tonight.”

“I have not forgotten about it.”

Darius was puzzled as he left though. Marianne had asked something of him for the first time. She never asked him for much of anything. He had to be extra vigilant to make sure she wasn’t in need of something, for usually she would never ask on her own.

She was resolute about some things though. Marianne had continued to care for her father even after the wedding. She would go and keep company with him at her old house, a house which now belonged to him. Darius did not wholly approve, but he allowed her to do it. She was a dutiful daughter. Dutiful in all aspects as it was her nature. He sensed, and rightly so, that she needed to continue caring for her father. Being a dutiful son himself, he understood.

Darius tried to be an attentive husband. Frankly he couldn’t keep away from her for very long. He knew he was demanding of her and that his carnal appetite was great. But she accepted him so sweetly. And it was so good with her. Desiring to have Marianne close, as well as to touch her, all the time, was his typical response. He was hard pressed to keep his hands away if she was within his reach, and it wasn’t always for the sex. He sought the comfort of being intimate with her in any situation. Marianne’s generous nature only made him want her more. And Darius knew why, too. He’d desired her for years, but now he knew his feelings were more than just desire. Much more. He had fallen completely and utterly in love with his wife.

* * * *

Upon his return, Darius hunted Marianne down. He found her in the library. She looked lovely standing at the window, reading a book in the light that the panes allowed in. At the sound of his steps, she turned. “You are back.”

Darius nodded, leaning in the doorway, feeling wild, his cock flaring to life when she smiled at him, her blue eyes glittering, taking in the sight of him.

His breath grew heavy, moving his chest. His cock lengthened, struggling uncomfortably in his trousers. He bolted the door.

“You look fretful, Darius. Are you?”

He nodded again, stalking forward.

“Why are you fretful, Dar—”

He pounced. Like a wolf upon a rabbit, covering her in possession. The book fell to the floor with a thud, echoing off the walls. Pinning her against the window, only one thought ran through his mind.
Because I need to fuck you.

“Sorry, my sweet, I’ve thought of you all day, and I need to get my cock inside you right now.”

“Ahhh, Darius!” She yelped as he picked her up and set her on the writing table.

His frank declaration served to fuel the need for her to unimaginable heights. Sweeping her skirts aside, he spread her wide before him, released his straining prick, and seated himself to the hilt. Looking down, he watched it disappear into the dark pink folds of her pussy. So hot. So stretched. So exquisite, his chest got tight from the knowledge. When he pulled out, his shaft shone, slick and wet from being inside her.