A very displeased James walked them to one of the smaller caves, covered with some sort of curtain to allow people inside the caves a bit of privacy.
“They gave us just one room,” Ophelia muttered, feeling some heat coloring her cheeks, as she looked around. The room was small with a big bed in the middle of it and a small closet against one of the wall, for all furniture.
“I guess they assumed we were a couple. Either way, I rather have you near me, just in case. These people seem to be telling us the truth, but we never know,” he whispered, closing the distance between them.
The past nights had been a bit of torment for him. Having her in his arms and doing nothing else than watching her sleep had been probably the hardest thing he had ever done.
His whole body reacted to her intensely, and he wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything else. The only reason he hadn't tried to seduce her, was he had no idea how.
Never in his life had he had to seduce a woman. And he had to admit he had no idea what to do or where to start. He couldn’t even tell if the feeling was mutual.
Of course, he was able to notice the drumming of her heart and how she seemed to breathe harder when he was around, but all those things were also attributable to fear and anxiety.
To disguise his own anxiety, he looked around the cave they had been taken to. “Look, there’s a bathroom here, why don’t you take a shower?” he suggested.
“Do you think it’s safe?” she asked, with a slight frown.
“I’ll be right here, just in case, so go ahead and shower,” he assured her.
She sighed. “I really need one. I’m starting to stink like a polecat.”
“No, you’re not. You have the sweetest scent I’ve ever smelled before in my life.” The comment left his mouth before he was able to stop it and the startled look on Ophelia’s face told him he should have kept his opinion to himself.
She cleared her throat and turned around heading to the bathroom. “Even so, a bath will do wonders for my spirit. I won’t be long.”
Ophelia crossed the curtain that separated both areas and took a deep breath, trying to control the chaotic rhythm of her heart. She still couldn’t believe he had actually said those words. It had been the closest thing to a compliment he had ever said to her.
She was sure he hadn't even noticed she was a woman, until that moment. His words echoed in her mind, and she moaned, feeling desperate. She wanted him so much, she couldn’t believe it. It was as if he oozed some kind of pheromones that were driving her insane with so much need.
Sometimes, she wondered what he would do if she threw herself at him. She sighed. He would probably knock her down, believing she was attacking him.
Shaking her head, she took off her dirty clothes and stepped into the tiny shower stall.
“Ophelia, I was wondering if you would like to have all your dirty clothes washed,” Bretdon entered the bathroom saying until he realized she was standing in front of him completely naked.
For a few moments, they stood like that, staring at each other, as if time had stopped.
She wasn’t sure who moved first, but instantly, they were in each other’s arms, kissing one another with all the passion and hunger they had contained ever since they’d met.
His big hands cupped her face and tilted her head back, giving him better access to her full, luscious lips. With a grunt of pleasure, he slid his tongue into her mouth, assailing and conquering every single inch of it, while his hands explored her face.
Ophelia wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, too eager to think of anything else other than the passion that burned between them. God, if she had ever imagined his kiss would light such a fire in her, she would have jumped into his arms the minute she met him.
If that wasn’t enough, each time his tongue touched her, she felt a tickling sensation that only seemed to grow stronger with each kiss and each lick. It felt like nothing she had ever felt before, and it seemed to enhance all the sensations he conjured in her. It was mind-blowing.
He pulled her into his arms and pushed her body against the shower’s stall wall, making her wrap her legs around his hips.
“I want to make you mine, Ophelia,” he whispered in her ear while kissing and nibbling it, sending chills of thrill down her spine, ripping a loud moan from her lips.
“Please, don’t stop,” she mumbled, getting as close as possible to his hot skin, craving more.
There wasn’t a single coherent thought in her mind. All that mattered were the feelings he awakened in her, nothing else.
With a grunt of triumph, he carried her out of the bathroom and carried her to the bed in the other room, laying her on it. He removed his clothes before he joined her, revealing his naked body to her.
Ophelia gulped at the sight of his huge manhood, knowing she should probably be scared, but she wasn’t. She knew he would never hurt her. It was surely a naïve feeling, but she couldn’t help feeling safe with him.
He crawled into bed, next to her, claiming her lips once more in another passionate kiss that took them deeper into their lustful world.
His hands caressed her body almost with reverence, loving the smoothness of her skin and the way it made him feel. A sense of possessiveness rushed through him, and he pulled her even closer as he rolled until he was over her, between her legs, too eager to hold back.
She moaned out loud, and her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer, showing him, he wasn’t alone in this craving, and he growled his pleasure. He kissed her again and allowed his hands to roam down her chest and cup her perfectly shaped breasts, relishing the way her nipples seemed to get even harder than they already were.
It was simply amazing. Ophelia sobbed and let her head fall back as waves of sheer pleasure rushed through her body. She almost cried out when he started playing with her breasts, clamping her nipples between his fingers and rolling them.
“Bret, you’re driving me insane,” she whimpered, burying her fingers in his dark hair, pulling him closer to her.
He lifted his head with a devious smile dancing on his lips, before he lowered it again to claim yet another breathtaking kiss on her lips. But this time, when he finally allowed her breath, his lips didn’t return to her mouth. Instead, they started a fiery path across her cheeks, down her chest, until he reached her hard peaks.
His lips captured her sensitive buds and his tongue relished on her sweet taste, while he licked and sucked her. Her moans and the way her whole body rocked to meet his encouraged him to continue, adding some nibbling and more kissing to the sweet torture.
One of his hands slid down to her mound, finding her wet folds and beyond them her aching pussy, almost begging to be filled by him.
His fingers found her entrance and slowly pushed themselves inside her. First, just one, but soon he had two inside her, going as deep as they could, as his thumb rubbed her throbbing clit, making her squirm underneath him.
“Bret, please, don’t make me wait any longer,” she begged, rocking her hips on his fingers.
He sucked, and nibbled her sweet nipples one last time, he moved up, nestling his hard cock between her legs, its tip rubbing her wet entrance.
“Do you want me, Ophelia? Once I make you mine, there’s no way back, you’ll be mine, forever,” he whispered in her ear, sinking his teeth on her earlobe, adding a hint of pain to the pleasure he was giving her.
She sobbed and pulled him closer to her. “Yes, yes, please,”
He pushed the tip of his cock inside her, groaning with pleasure as he felt her tightness. She moaned as well and closed her legs around him pulling him closer, too eager to feel him inside her to allow him to go slow.
He thrust himself deep inside her grunting, feeling her walls stretching to make way for him. He stayed still, buried deep inside her, for a few moments before he finally guided her on the oldest dance known to human kind.
The pleasure was too great to describe. Waves more and more powerful washed over him, dragging him over the edge and into a swirl of pleasure and bliss he had never experienced before.
Ophelia convulsed underneath him, allowing the wild pleasure to take her to paradise. Making love had never been like this for her. Every single touch, every single caress made her feel more pleasure than ever in her life.
When Bret finally made her his, she thought she would die of pleasure. Wave after wave, she was taken to this fabulous universe of pleasure and bliss and when she felt him coming inside her, the same tickling sensation filled her body, enhancing all the pleasure still rushing through her body, blowing her mind and taking her out of this world.
She must have passed out for a few moments, because when she came to her senses, he was lying in bed at her side and had pulled her over him.
“Hi, there,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head.
“Tell me it was real, that I didn’t dream it,” she asked, tilting her head back to look at him.
He chuckled. “It was real, believe me,” he assured her.
She blushed remembering how passionate they had been. “Do you think anyone heard us?”
“I didn’t sense anyone anywhere near this cave,” he calmed her fears.
“Good. It would be a bit embarrassing if anyone had heard us,” she said hiding her face on his chest.
He ran his hand down her dark hair. “They would have thought we were the luckiest couple on this planet.”
She chuckled and stayed there for a few moments relishing on the warmth of his body.
“We probably should take that bath now, before they come for us,” he suggested, kissing her head once more.
“Yes, we should.”
He jumped out of bed and before she could do the same he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bathroom. “We should save water. I’m sure they don’t have that much,” he explained with a naughty grin.