Chapter 34 - The Tent of Love Part 2

Marcus growled low when he tasted her lips again. He had been craving for this since their last encounter. He had been craving for her since then. Right now, it was only fitting to release his pent-up tension. When he pried open her mouth to insert his tongue, she released a short but musical moan. Marcus could sense then that they were the same — they desired each other.

Ysabelle broke the kiss to catch her breath, but Marcus used that chance to lift her up and brought her to the center mattress. She had her arms wrapped around his neck the whole time and that pleased him well as any less skin contact would be unwelcomed right now.

Once in bed, Marcus didn’t wait for her back to touch the pillows, he renewed their kiss and pushed her down, teasing the underside of her breasts with his skimming fingers at the same time.

Under the light of the candle lamps, Ysabelle’s body glistened. Marcus had to cut their kiss again to pull off his white v-necked shirt. He felt her touch his hard abdomen and ran dainty fingers through the finely sculpted ‘v’. It was flaring up his control.

Joining her back, Marcus kissed her hungrily this time. He aimed to shower her with passion, so he ran his hands from her waist up to both of her breasts. Capturing the two erect pinks, Ysabelle unintentionally whimpered and bit his lip. Marcus felt a tinge of pain but thought it sexy for her to do that.

It seems she is a fiery vixen under that innocence.

“I’m sorry, ” she said when she pulled, examining his lower lip if it drew blood.

“You don’t have to be, ” was Marcus' gentle reply. His stare was heavy on her.

Returning back on their lovemaking, she cried aloud when Marcus laved on one aching nub, tugging it gently, while he rolled his digits on the twin like he was fixing a button.

His focus stepped up on an even higher level — in between her inner thighs. Marcus stroked at them first, caressing the twin columns gingerly. Ysabelle widened her legs more on instinct, feeling the burn of her abdomen growing hotter with each touch.

Withdrawing from her breasts, Marcus trailed his tongue down her belly, leaving it moist and tingling. Then, he replaced his hand with his mouth on her thighs, and that produced a delirious cry on Ysabelle. His tongue was wet and hot, and ticklish when he skated downward from her knees to the boundary of her inner folds. His fingers brushed daringly at her undergarment, it was intentional, and Marcus watched her mouth open up for a release of breath.

“Marcus.”

He knew then what she meant through her unspoken request.

“I’ll make this first as memorable as it could get, Ysabelle. Didn't dreams exclude the sharp pains of a newly-touched virgin?”

“Dreams don’t bring pain, Marcus, ” she voiced out breathlessly, sure of herself.

“Then I’ll take that as an advantage.” Marcus somehow felt relieved. Hurting the woman that he loved was the last thing on his list — or likely never on his list — and the pain of taking her virginity away would be included.

“Mnnhm...” Ysabelle moaned when Marcus hooked at the garters and pulled her undergarment off in one motion. He caught her waiting patiently when he did the same for his trouser.

Once that was resolved, Ysabelle was immediately transfixed on his male caliber that had flung freely and saluted her. The eagerness to feel it was shown on her gleaming eyes, but Marcus chose to delay it for now.

He dipped his head again and claimed her mouth. They sparred and curled inside their wet caverns until Marcus broke it to put kiss marks on her neck. Together with that, his hands worked their way into her slick folds.

The contact of his fingers on her womanhood was an inviting experience. Cold was his digits, but it heated when he started encircling them slowly against her engorged gland.

“Hmmhh, ” Ysabelle’s breath paused, momentarily drowned by the stimulation.

Marcus' eyes darkened even more as she watched her writhe in pleasure. Touching her in here was what he had wanted since that chance was cut in the cave. Doing it now, he was hoping that this illusion of Ysabelle wouldn’t vanish again.

“Please don’t disappear, ” he suddenly blurted out, worried that in just one blink of an eye she would.

Ysabelle shook her head weakly, “I won’t.”

“Don’t make me go insane again Ysabelle. Please don’t vanish, stay with me here.”

“I will, ” she replied without a thought.

Marcus rubbed her folds even harder. Ysabelle, still closing her eyes, pressed her head against the pillow and cried out her unrestrained ‘ahhs’ and ‘mmhms’.

This made Marcus revel on the orchestra he was conducting. She was, hands down, the best singer he had heard in his entire life. When he pinched at her stimulated gland, that’s when Ysabelle’s climax enfolded her.

“Ahhhhh!” She convulsed under him.

Marcus watched as this woman rode the waves of her orgasm. If he was uncaring, he would have driven his own awaiting erect muscle inside her to claim his own wave, but he waited for her to ease from it, observing her as she shut her eyes tightly.

Spent but not drained, Ysabelle stared at Marcus. Her cheeks heated into a higher temperature realizing he was just observing her.

“You’re ready, ” was all Marcus could say when he showed his two wet fingers in her front.

Ysabelle cleared her throat. She watched him as he positioned himself properly near her entrance.

“Marcus, ” she whispered, nearly almost insane when she felt the contact of his throbbing with her still hypersensitive cleft.

His gleaming head nestled just on top of her aching womanhood. When he ran it through her folds to stop at the ready entrance, she felt her heart leap out of her chest. Goodness, the sensation was indescribable!

Marcus paused and looked at Ysabelle. She, on the other hand, still watched his pulsating shaft engulfed by his hand. Her eyes were utterly expectant.

“Ysabelle.”

She looked up.

Marcus’ eyes were dark and stormy with passion. He leaned near her, chest to chest and face to face, just millimeters apart.

“I love you, ” he whispered and then thrust sharply inside her.

Ysabelle gasped, both taken aback by his sudden confession and the aching feeling inside her. The tearing pain was as close to reality as possible. This moment was supposed to be a dream right? Pain wasn’t supposed to be included but why does she feel it right now?

“Mar—cus!” she caught her breath.

Marcus chose to still his hips for a moment, adjusting to the feel of her cavern. Ysabelle was the same. Heavens, the raw sensation was sheer bliss. It was divine!

Their breaths mixed while looking at each other. Their head throbbing with heightened fever. “Ysabelle, I do. I have fallen for you, ” Marcus uttered again. Though he did not expect a mere illusion to respond to him, he ought to say it anyway. This was the right time to confess it, the only time at least for he knew that when reality comes, his mouth will be restrained with his vows of priesthood.

Ysabelle’s eyes welled up with tears, but she fought it not to spill. For the first time... God, for the first time in her life, someone had told her that, sincerely... honestly... This was the exact warmth she was looking for, and Marcus would be the exact man she wanted it to hear from, even though it was just a dream.

“Come fill me up with your love, Marcus, ” she stated, shifting her hips slightly urging him to move.

The soreness was still there, but it was gradually forgotten when Marcus moved, plunging and unsheathing his shaft inside her as carefully as he could.

It was an insatiable foreign feeling for both of them, yet they willingly embraced it.

She curved her back when Marcus recaptured her breasts all the while pushing his large erection with maddening slowness.

“Marcus, more...” Ysabelle whimpered whilst closing her eyes and grabbing a thick mass of his hair.

And just as she ordered, the ensuing thrust accelerated a notch. Once, twice, thrice...

“Ahhh!” Crying, she raised her hips to meet his momentum.

Marcus groaned audibly, shooting his head up and looking at her with renewed surprise.

“Please... more, ” she requested, already immersed by the blaze of ecstasy he had lit inside her.

Marcus, amused and on the verge of his own climax, obliged, penetrated her fiercer, harder and that elicited a groan of approval from Ysabelle.

Her hands wandered all over his tensed sinuous muscles; along his arms, back and abdomen; until it ended up palming his jaw.

“Ysabelle...” Marcus voiced out hoarsely, capturing her thumb and nipping on it. He was nearly there and so was she.

Marcus pulled her up to sit on his lap, producing a surprised gasp from Ysabelle. This position made for a better plunge inside her wet, super-charged cavern, and even though they were inexperienced in the subject of lovemaking, they both knew it so in intuition.

Ysabelle loved how Marcus guided her to pump up and down. Marcus, to add an even greater impact, pushed his waist up to meet her halfway. It was a brilliant united effort between the two and it was rewarded within euphoric minutes with a violent rapture of their bodies.

Cradling Ysabelle’s head and back with Marcus’ strong arms, they both panted, riding the wave of orgasm together.

“Marcus..., ” Ysabelle whispered after a while, lacking volume. Marcus traced gentle kisses on her neck and jaw. “Yes, love?” he replied.

Her chin was still resting on his shoulder when she answered, “This—this is just a dream right?”

Marcus closed his eyes and contemplated for a moment. He arranged her in bed thereafter, joining her by positioning himself on her side. Caressing her lower lip with his thumb, he watched as it trembled.

“Yes, this is just a dream, ” was his short reply then. “Sleep now, Ysabelle, save your energy.” He cuddled her in one arm, putting her head near his chest.

She smiled slightly and nodded, closing her eyes.

Yes, that was Marcus’ chosen answer for her, but deep inside, in the back of his head, he had the beginnings of a doubt.

‘For a dream, hell, this sure feels so real.’