Chapter 205: Lunch
I slept through the night, and when I woke up, it was already afternoon. Drevon didn’t attend court; he was busy organizing the table filled with more meals than I could count, enough for a feast.
When he found me staring, he gave me a nervous look. "Morning, wife."
"Husband," I said in a stiff tone.
Our last night’s argument didn’t conclude, mostly because I chose not to speak anymore.
"I shouldn’t have come at you strongly like that. Just heard from Celia that you would be having mood swings."
"What else did she tell you?" I asked, pulling the covers off me, and swung my legs off the bed.
"Just the basics so that I can prepare for them properly."
I sighed, pushing to stand. "It’s not your fault. I was the one who overreacted."
"I should apologise if I hurt you with my words in any way. But it was the truth, Eloise, nothing more." He palmed my stomach when I got close. "You both are the world to me."
"But I’m the priority."
"Yes, I’ll make sure our love is enough. Your words seemed powerful, and I knew it had to do with the effect of my family."
"I don’t want it to be."
"Neither do I." He yanked me close. "Bring all your fears and worries, I’ll deal with them."
"Careful, husband, it might be too much."
"It’s a good thing I can take it all for my little wife." He leaned down to me, and our noses caressed.
"You’re too good for me."
"As you are. How are you this afternoon, both of you?"
"Why don’t you find out for yourself?"
He flashed me a grin before picking me up, my legs wrapping around his lean, muscular waist. He led us to the bed, and my back pressed against the soft sheets.
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip when Drevon used his teeth to undo the straps holding my nightdress together. With a simple tug, it came off, but still shrouded me in a way. Drevon pushed open the silk material, with his lips.
He kissed my exposed belly, and I shuddered. "Our baby is full of life this afternoon."
His diagnosis made me sigh in relief, but I wished for a heartbeat. I prayed I’d get one soon.
I got distracted when his delicate kisses continued, so tender, like he wanted the baby to feel his affections too. I’d melt into a puddle if this goes on.
"Both wife and baby are in good spirits this fine afternoon." He used his tongue on my belly button.
I hummed at the feel, licking my lips and sagging into the sheets as his endless whispers of soothing words and caresses cool my mind and body.
I felt my legs raised over his shoulder and his hot breath dangerously close to my womanhood.
I clenched the sheets tightly when I felt his kisses followed by the skilled movement of his tongue. His engagements were mindful and gentle, even though I wanted him to be rough and eat me like his last meal, I found myself surrendering to this bliss, for it was what my body needed.
Drevon knew exactly what to give me, and I couldn’t love him more. It was minutes of bliss, and as my release came, it was a whisper of moan that followed.
He licked me clean, staying buried between my legs and going again until my limbs were too heavy to move.
I was in the midst of the sensations overtaking my body when I felt his kisses to my bare belly, going further to where my heart was slamming against my chest heavily. He used his lips to push the lace covering my breasts before he took his time sucking my nipples.
He didn’t bite me, just handled them tenderly until I was shivering from the feels.
I was heavily stimulated and every feel of his touch and the air coming from the window made me moan. I was truly cherished with every stroke of Drevon’s touch, and I didn’t want it to end.
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I finally took a bite from the food, and it wasn’t as nauseating as I expected. The brew really helped me. I just picked the dishes that didn’t smell like it was coming out of the butt of an animal.
Drevon was engrossed as I took each bite.
"Are you going to eat, husband, or will you keep staring?"
"I already ate, my love. Watching you eat gives me solace."
I gulped down my mouthful, and I shifted the golden plate even though I had taken only a few bites. "I’m full."
Panic filled his eyes. "What? That’s not enough."
I licked my lips. "You’re right, I’m still hungry."
"Good." He grabbed the platter to fix me another plate. I guess he wasn’t just observing the movement of my mouth, but every meal I found appealing because he filled the plate with them.
Smirking, I went beneath the table.
"Eloise?" he angled his neck to look. "What are you doing?"
I grasped his thighs. "This is what I’m hungry for, dearest."
Drevon’s eyes drained of color.
I clutched his belt and took it off hastily, but he stopped me and did the rest.
"I’ll be in control, my love. I know how rough you can get." He palmed his thick cock.
I gave him an innocent look. "I can be gentle, dearest." I kissed the flesh.
Drevon exhaled and seized my chin. "Open your pretty mouth for me."
I did as he said, but he only gave me the tip. I wanted to go deeper and take him to heart’s content, but he was pulling the reins.
So I let him take charge, and at his own pace, he let me take more of him, and my mouth was full.
I opened my eyes and pinned him with a dazed look of pleasure, tears at the corner of my eyes.
"Fuck!" He murmured in a rough breath, leaning back on the chair, mumbling a string of curses.
I happily took him as I pleased, maintaining a gentle pace. I wanted to feast on him like he had done earlier, and it was the best decision I ever made, because Drevon was on the verge of combusting.