The Tyrant's Pet

"The laundry ladies will be surprised if they see traces of semen on the sheet."

Aries lowered her eyes, shifting her gaze to the side when Abel tucked a portion of her hair behind her ear. She could feel the head of his groin in between her legs, while her knees touched the floor on either side of him.

"I told you, I haven't fully recovered," she murmured, rubbing the fabric hanging on his shoulder with her thumb and index.

"So, you remembered what you said last night?" he dawdled, leaning his face to trace her jaw with the apex of his nose. "What were you planning to do before the maid interrupted you, hmm?"

"Well..." she cleared her throat, tilting her head and raising her shoulder at the ticklish sensation of his faint breaths touching her ear. Aries bit her lower lip when Abel bit her earlobe, licking it slowly and sensually. "... to wake you up."

​ He chuckled with his closed lips, moving his titled head down to bite the side of her neck. "Now I'm awake."

"Abel..." Her tone sounded in between complaining and moaning, clutching his shoulder. Her face dyed in red, feeling her pool of moisture soak his trousers. His nightwear was just as thin as her nightdress, and with just a drop of liquid, these fabrics wouldn't be able to protect their bodies from the naked eye.

Perhaps it was the quality night's rest, she thought. That now, she felt like she could take him wholly and match his stamina.

Aries's breathing grew heavy each time his lips kissed her neck down to her collars while his palms felt her back. She felt small within the confinement of his muscular arms, but at the same time, the sense of security within them was distinct.

"Ah..." she breathed out, blinking weakly, feeling a little lightheaded at her increasing body temperature.

When Aries moved her head to look at him, Abel raised his head. His eyes were clouded with wants and needs, making her lower her head to give him what they both wanted and needed; that was to become one, to fulfill their yet unfulfilled marital duties. This time, a union of not just lovers but as a married couple, right here, in this very room, and on the floor.

She cupped his lean cheeks, sucking his deep breaths. She slipped her tongue in between his sinful lips to explore and discover what was yet discovered within this sweet yet strong cave. While she took his breath away, Aries moved her hips, grinding her crevice against his growing erection underneath his damped trouser.

The increasing warmth of her body transferred to his skin, electrifying every fiber of his body all the way to his heart. He planted his palm on her hips, but before he could pull down his trouser, he felt her hand travel from his shoulder in between their bodies without removing her lips from his.

Abel smiled against her lips, allowing her to take the lead this time around. He was wrong to think he was the only person who was holding back all this time. His wife... had always been gamed in every round of passion, despite having lower stamina than him.

Aries efficiently freed his dragon by barely pulling the garters down to his testicles. With her knees resting on either side of him, their current position allowed them to feel each other's precious parts that met instantly.

'Ahh... she was soaking wet,' he thought, sending ripples in his heart. Abel allowed her to grind her soaking folds underneath his length, burning the ropes of his patience faster than usual. Each motion of her hips moist his erection, and more than the pleasure of feeling her soft folds hugging his girth, he felt like he was being punished for not being able to invade her walls.

His movements were limited as the floor wouldn't press down, even if he put all his weight down, unlike the soft bed. Sensing his increasing frustration, the side of her lips curled up against his lips. She panted for air, resting her forehead against his forehead, hands still clutching his shoulder blades.

He frowned while squeezing her tender thighs. "Stop teasing me, darling."

"Now you know how frustrating it was?" she returned, moving her hips up only to move them down before reaching the tear on top of his erection.

"I was wrong, darling," he confessed under his breath, growing even more impatient at the constant movement of her hips. Yet, deep in his mind, he would certainly punish her for this. This was what he had been talking about when he mentioned Aries bossing him around.

"I'm teaching you patience, my dearest love," Aries lectured seductively. "Unless you beg me and promised to take it easy, you are on your own."

Abel nearly cursed Isaiah, as he was the first person who came into his head, but he didn't. Instead, he fluttered his eyelashes ever so tenderly. She stopped moving her hips, but kept her core pressing against his shaft in between them.

"Darling, once I give you my word..." he narrowed his eyes, moving them down to her body. "I will fuck you in every corner of this mansion and in the imperial palace whenever I feel like it. No ifs and buts and I don't care who will see me doing it."

Abel slipped his hand inside her nightdress, exposing her navel. He crawled his hand up and grabbed her breast, pinching her teat tenderly.

"Because once I'm inside, I will believe you had fully recovered and you can take it," he added, licking his lips, his crimson eyes glinting dangerously. "I'll be gentle... I'll try."

Aries gulped before her lips parted. However, before she could speak, she heard a knock at the door.

"My lady?" came out the same voice that brought her water to wash her face. But this time, Aries kept her eyes on Abel and ignored the servant.

"Won't you push me down now?" he cocked his head to the side.

Aries shook her head. "She won't enter."

"I see..." he rocked his head. "So, your answer?"

"I..." she cleared her throat to get rid of the excess air building up inside. She looked at Abel and her eyes fastened with determination. "Sure, let's do it --"

Her eyes went huge when Aries heard the door creak open, pushing Abel down on instinct.