Circe was at his mercy as he began to move his attentions down her body. “Fenrir..” escaped in a soft gasp as she felt his teeth against her followed by his tongue, each movement had her on edge and as he brought her further to her breaking point she was left panting as he continued down her body. She was the one near begging as he began to mark her as promised just not where she expected him to. That was certainly one place Antonin would never see a marking. But Anotnin never saw her naked anymore or if he did it was a rare that she desired such a thing. Just the thought of that man now in her life made her skin crawl.
But then he did something she wasn’t expecting. He switched his attention from being somewhat playful and innocent to teasing and torturing. She arched her back; forcing herself closer to his mouth as her hips rocked up and down for his attention to continue. She wanted nothing more than to have him pleasure her. Fenrir was anything but a poor lover, in fact, Circe had never in her life experienced the pleasure she did with him and each time she swore it became more intense than the last.
It wasn’t long, or maybe it was if her feelings were any judge. He was always a tormentor, always and her on the edge but never gave in until he was ready. But she released for him, her orgasm taking control as his name left her lips in a loud sigh. This was why she loved him, he brought passion to their relationship, he brought his affection for her and he made her feel free as if nothing could ever tear them apart.
Circe held to Fenrir as her body began coming down from the euphoric high he sent her on. Her eyes closed as her head fell back against the pillow, her mouth following his lead as they kissed one another. Circe was his, there was no other way to describe it really. She wanted no other, desired no other and could think of no other in his place. If only her husband would just die! She would be far better off without Antonin’s foolish behavior and belief that he could own her when she willingly went to another’s bed.
Her eyes closed tighter as he began moving, her arms tightening as well around his body as her head fell forward into his shoulder. Her breathing picked up once more as he began working her up again. Her nails dug into his back, unthinking of what that could do, she couldn’t help it, she was already so worked up by him she wasn’t thinking about it. Not about what she could make his lust do and how things could turn out. Though hopefully he was better at controlling himself than she was, herself.
She heard his words and shook her head, she wanted to enjoy him like this. He did everything as if he was an animal and while there was nothing like giving into him like that, being face to face was…it was kind, gentle. He might be hard with her like this but it was his human side that took her like this, it was the part she swore was still the man she fell for, well at least the man he would have become had his life not changed.
Though after a bit he convinced her and Circe found herself on her knees, her hands gripping the sheets as she felt him reenter her body once more. Circe’s cry escaped loud and long as she shifted her hips back against his. There was a reason after all she charmed her room to hold the sound in. She didn’t need their son walking in on them. That would be embarrassing and awkward. Not only that it would be dangerous since their son was going through puberty and his aggression was only growing. He was always protective, even with Fenrir around and admitting to being his father. She didn’t want a fight.
“Fenrir…” His name escaped her lips as she moved her hands up to hold the headboard, her back arching back against him as she tried to control herself. “Oh..god…” Her head was thrown back against his shoulder, an awful temptation since her throat was exposed and she knew the kind of ‘beast’ he was. But Circe trusted him she always had and always would. Instead she turned her head and kissed him, deeply and demandingly, she wanted more and she was showing him such.