"BED OF PASSION AND DESIRE 2"

I didn’t know if it was because of the wine I had drunk, but at that moment, not only was my body ablaze with heat, but my courage as well. Unable to resist any longer, I took Marius’s hand and placed it between my thighs, right on my most intimate part.

In response, Marius released a series of heavy breaths, and his kisses suddenly became rougher. His lips, once gentle and exploratory, now moved with urgency, claiming mine with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine.

I expected something like this, knowing what he was capable of. But despite knowing what Marius would likely do, he still managed to surprise me with his sudden changes in style, or the way he would catch me off guard. Every kiss, every touch felt new and exciting, setting my skin on fire.

“You’re hot tonight, Sam,” he murmured as he began to shower my face with small kisses, moving down to my neck, each kiss like a brand on my heated skin.

“Oh, Marius, I’m always hot when we’re in this situation, aren’t I?” I replied, gazing at him seductively, feeling a powerful mix of vulnerability and boldness.

Our eyes met, a sensual exchange that fueled our desire and longing for each other. His dark, intense gaze seemed to pierce through me, promising unspoken pleasures.

“I want you to tie me up this time,” I said, trying to keep my tone steady despite the quiver of excitement that ran through me.

*****

It was no joke how hard Marius was trying to hold back at that moment. He knew Sam was seducing him, and he knew she had the courage to do this now because of the alcohol. Her eyes, usually so clear, were now glazed with desire and liquid courage.

“Tie me up, and then make me feel good,” she said, lifting the hem of her top and pulling it upwards, revealing her smooth, tantalizing skin inch by inch.

Marius’s desire intensified at the sight of Sam throwing off her top. She pulled him back into their previous position, pressing her warm palm against his chest. He felt the heat of her touch and remembered how that heat affected his manhood whenever Sam touched him. His skin tingled with anticipation, every nerve ending on high alert.

“Are you sure?” he asked, bending down to kiss her cheek, his breath warm against her ear, sending goosebumps across her skin.

His hand, which Sam had placed between her thighs, began to move. He knew that’s what she wanted and that she would enjoy it. So he continued, even though he was struggling to hold back. His fingers moved expertly, finding the sensitive spots that made her gasp and writhe beneath him.

It’s not easy for a man to resist and wait to provide satisfaction beyond simple foreplay to his partner. And he always did that for Sam—not just because she was sexy and beautiful, but because he loved her deeply. Every touch, every kiss was infused with his deep, abiding affection for her.

The thought filled his heart with pride.

Sam wasn’t the first virgin he had been with, but because he loved her so much, it meant a great deal to him. He felt like he had done something right in the world to deserve having someone like her in his life. Her innocence and trust were gifts he cherished, and he vowed to honor them.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice husky with emotion.

Using his free hand, he started to lower the straps of her dress. The top of her dress fell to her waist, revealing her smooth shoulders and the soft curve of her breasts. Then he turned his attention to her strapless bra, deftly unhooking it.

In no time, he exposed her breasts to his view, their rosy tips making him feel an intense excitement. He bent down to her left breast and began to suck it with his eager mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

“Oh goodness, Marius, your mouth is so hot,” she said, her hands trembling as she gripped his shoulders tightly. Her back arched off the bed, pressing her breast further into his mouth.

He loved her reactions. They inspired him to make their intimate moments even more special. So he didn’t waste any time. He slipped his finger inside her panties, finding his true target. His touch was gentle yet insistent, eliciting soft moans from her lips.

Sam let out a soft moan. But he didn’t stop. As always, he continued. He wanted to make this encounter special. Because from that night on, this room would be their place, even if they weren’t officially married yet. To him, the formality was just that—a formality.

He stood up and gently laid Sam’s soft body in the middle of his beautiful and antique four-poster bed. The bed, with its rich wooden posts and intricate carvings, seemed like a throne for his queen.

Except for her red lace panties, Sam was now naked. Her enticing body, which he always loved to caress with his mouth and tongue, lay before him, an offering he couldn’t resist.

Marius finally removed the last pieces of clothing from his own body. Sam watched him as he did so, her eyes dark with desire, which only intensified his desire to fully possess her.

The bed dipped as he joined her. Sam rose to meet him, kissing him urgently, her nails digging into his shoulders. The heat of that kiss was almost unbearable, causing his manhood to react and stand even more firmly, ensuring he would bring Sam the utmost pleasure.

*****

My eyes widened as I saw how hard Marius’s manhood had become. I immediately grasped his erect and rigid member. It was firm, and I knew once it entered me, the pleasure I would experience wouldn’t be simple. I could feel the power and promise of pleasure in my hand, and my anticipation only grew.

It wouldn’t just make my eyes roll back in ecstasy; I was sure it would be hard for me to open them again, considering how blessedly endowed Marius was at that moment.

“Ohhh—It hasn’t even entered me yet, but I can already feel it hitting my belly. I can already feel the pleasure,” I whispered, starting to stroke his manhood with my palm. My touch was slow and teasing, savoring the feel of his hardness.

Marius groaned, so I didn’t stop. This battle between us had to be fiery. And because this was the first time in a year that I had stepped into this room again, in my heart, everything had to be special. The room, with its soft lighting and intimate atmosphere, seemed to hum with the memories of our past encounters.

“Tie me up,” I said, looking at him before kissing him again, our lips melding together in a heated kiss.

Marius nodded, his chest rising and falling. Then he cradled me and laid me down in the position he had placed me earlier. His hands were gentle but firm, guiding me into position.

“You asked for this, Sam,” he said, reaching for the switch on the headboard of the bed. The two lampshades on the bedside tables automatically turned on, casting a warm, intimate glow over us.

“Yes, devour me, kill me with pleasure,” I said, not hiding the anticipation and desire in my voice. My body trembled with eagerness, ready to submit to him completely.

“Your wish is my command,” Marius replied, tearing away the thin fabric covering my womanhood effortlessly. “Hold on tight. This is going to be a tough and rough ride,” he said, his eyes locked on mine before bending down and burying his face between my legs.

*****

“Ooohhh—Marius, keep going!” I moaned in a trembling voice as Marius devoured my womanhood. His tongue moved with skill and precision, driving me wild with desire.

I missed this bed, this beautiful and antique four-poster bed where we had shared so many passionate moments before everything fell apart, before I left for London. The bed had witnessed our love and desire, and now it was a part of our reunion.

Marius momentarily left my womanhood. We hadn’t fully undressed each other yet, so we took our time removing our remaining clothes. Every movement was deliberate, adding to the anticipation.

“Sam, I’m so happy right now,” he said as he returned to me, his eyes filled with warmth and affection.

He held me and positioned me near the headboard of the bed. His touch was gentle yet commanding, making me feel cherished and desired.

“Sam, if I keep eating you out, don’t complain, okay? You know I love doing this because the truth is, I’m crazy about you. I’ve never felt this way about any other woman,” Marius said, taking one of my hands and raising it. His voice was thick with emotion, and I could feel his love enveloping me.

My eyes widened when I saw the two red ribbons Marius had retrieved from the bedside drawer. The silk was soft and smooth, promising both restraint and sensual pleasure.

“W-What are you going to do?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The thought of being tied up, of surrendering control, sent a thrill through me.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he replied. “I’m just being obedient, Samantha Scott,” he added, carefully tying my hands to the headboard with the ribbons. The ribbons were tight enough to restrain me but not so tight as to hurt, creating a perfect balance of tension and comfort.