Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son

In Esther's eyes, her husband was being dangerously unrestrained tonight. She tried to remember why she came to him in the first place, but as he sucked and nibbled on her soft flesh, all her rational thoughts were overwritten by the pleasure of Theron's rough handling of her body.

He desperately wants her and she wants him just as much—it was as simple as that. She could not think about anything else.

"Theron…" she called for him, grabbing his clothes as if desiring to tear them away from his body. "I want you…"

He briefly paused, his dark eyes hungrily looking up at her from her chest.

Her body shivered in equal desire as she told him, "I want my husband tonight."

This was exactly what he wished to hear. Without delay, Theron scooped her in his arms and carried her towards the large bed in the middle of his chamber. His passionate gaze never left her misty eyes as though it was telling her tonight was going to be a sleepless night, but she was more than ready to welcome it.

Theron placed her on the bed and impatiently pulled the rest of her dress down her legs, leaving her exposed and completely naked in front of her husband once again. Rather than feeling embarrassed, she found herself stimulated by the way his gaze raked over her beautiful body. It was as if she could see his wicked thoughts and her body was responding in heat.

As he licked his lips, he removed his own night robe and pants before climbing the bed completely naked, intent on serving and pleasuring his wife.

Theron's physique was ravishing, each line and contour of his broad shoulders, strong arms and sculpted chest evidence that he remained fit throughout the years, but his naughty wife merely paid a brief glance at his well-built body and only stared at a particular part.

As soon as Esther's eyes caught the sight of his long and hard manhood, she could not pull her attention away. Her body was aching, begging for her to fulfil her desires that she had suppressed all these years. She continued to look at it boldly until he was on top of her. Her delicate body shivered upon feeling the heat of his body all over her.

Theron lowered his face close to hers. As his hot breath fanned her face, he smirked. "Seems like my wife is being impatient."

He reminded her of the younger Theron who loved to tease her, but there was more to it. This Theron was still speaking like a rogue, but his eyes looked wilder, more dangerous, and more wicked. For some reason, her body was responding as if she desired this unrestrained Theron even more.

"I am impatient," she openly admitted, her lips curling up with indecent desire.

"How brazen!" he said before swooping in to kiss her.

Just as she liked the intriguing change in him, Theron also liked this bolder Esther as well.

She could not wait, he was the same.

He kissed her once again, and this time it was rough and aggressive. He continued to punish her soft lips, tasting them, sucking and biting harshly before pushing his tongue past them to invade her mouth, leaving her breathless and dizzy with lust.

Esther moved her hands from his shoulder to his neck, wanting to hold him closer to her, but he suddenly pulled away from their kiss and held her hands to stop her, leaving her confused.

'What…?'

Her husband pulled her hands and put them above her head, trapping them with a single hand as he intently looked into her eyes. She didn't understand what he was up to and moved her head to kiss him, but he leaned his head back to not let her reach him. A devilish smirk graced his thin alluring lips.

She panted in frustration. 'What is he doing? Playing hard to get?'

The next moment, her curiosity was answered. Her eyes widened when she saw what was on his other hand.

A long, thin strap of black leather—it was a belt..

Theron had been holding it with him since the moment he removed his pants, but his eager wife's attention was somewhere else at that time thus she never noticed it.

"Theron…what—"

"Patience, dear wife," he whispered with a wicked grin and he secured both of her hands with the belt, binding them to the ornate headrest of the bed.

Esther squirmed, feeling strangely exposed and vulnerable with her wrists tied to the bed, making her feel like she was a prey about to be thoroughly devoured by this man. She tried to tug at the binding, but her husband tightened the belt before warning her.

"Don't you dare use your powers to free your hands."

His gaze carried a clear threat for her to not disobey him. She gulped and nodded to what he said. Helplessly lying naked under him, completely at his mercy, made her nervous and scared, and each of her senses heightened to the point one tender brush of his finger trailing down her arm caused her entire body to shiver in anticipation.

Theron slightly pulled back, straddling her hips with his legs to fully appreciate the beautiful body of the woman on his bed. That delicately beautiful face,  that pair of caramel eyes looking at him with desire, those moist pink lips that were opened to lightly pant even when he was yet to start taking liberties on her body.

Her long honey blond hair falling like curtains over his pillow only highlighted how erotic she looked, and those full mounds on her chest, that soft curve leading to a small waist—everything about her was beautiful. That she was lying naked under him, completely at his mercy, made her appear like the goddess of temptation and desire.

Unable to resist anymore, Theron leaned forward but he stopped just as their lips were about to touch. He didn't kiss her and simply brushed lips against hers to tease her. It was a small revenge—he was a petty man and he couldn't let this opportunity pass without seeing her frustrated face. She was trying to kiss him, but he didn't let her. Seeing her pout for being denied a kiss felt satisfying to him.