CHAPTER 192: CHAPTER 192: CLAMING HER BODY

~Nuala’s POV~

I lifted her off the cushions, turned her, and pinned her gently beneath me, climbing onto her instead.

I breathed against her mouth, capturing her lips in a deep, consuming kiss that left no doubt about who was in command.

I didn’t give her a moment to catch up. My hands were already busy, moving with practiced, hungry precision. I broke the kiss and let my gaze sweep over her perfect composure, now gloriously fractured by need.

"You look too buttoned-up, Vanya," I purred, my voice low and husky. "Let’s fix that."

My fingers went straight for the buttons of her elegant silk blouse, working them free with a deliberate, maddening slowness. With the blouse undone, I pushed the fabric aside, revealing the delicate lace of her bra. I pulled the straps down her arms, allowing the bra to fall away entirely. "Ah. Much better."

Vanya gasped, her chest heaving. "Nuala... please," she managed, her voice a rough plea.

I ignored her pleas for haste. My mouth descended, not to the pussy she craved, but to her nipples.

I latched onto the peak, sucking hard and wet, alternating between a gentle nip and a swirling, hot tongue.

"Mmmph! Beauty!" Vanya cried out, her back arching off the sofa, her hands flying to grip my hair. "You taste delicious, Mm!" I growled, drawing out the pleasure, making her wait.

Vanya immediately tried to regain some agency, her hand moving to draw down the skirt I’d pushed up. I smiled, catching her wrist and pinning it back above her head.

"Why the rush, sweetie?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous.

She begged, her breath hitching. "Nuala, please!

I can’t wait any longer!"

"You have to wait," I commanded softly, the words laced with iron. "You have to obey. It’s my command. You wait for it."

She was trembling beneath me, her eyes wide with a mixture of submission and desperate heat. Slowly, deliberately, I drew up the edge of her skirt, revealing the delicate G-string she was wearing. "Wow. You are so sexy, sweetie," I breathed, savoring the view.

Then, with one swift motion, I pulled the lace down, exposing her. She was already slick—her wet pussy was glistening, already dripping in anticipation.

I lowered my head, breathing on her for a searing moment before my fingers finally descended. I gave her clit a delicate, teasing brush. "Oh! Please, don’t stop!" Vanya gasped, her back arching off the sofa.

I smiled, my fingers moving to gently play with the sensitive nub. Vanya’s hips began to move instantly, bucking up and down, trying to match the rhythm of my hand. I continued to torment her with light pressure until she was frantic.

Then, I slipped in my hand, one finger first, then a second, sinking deep into her velvety heat. "Vanya, moan for me!"

"F-fuck! Yes!Right there!" she cried out, her entire focus collapsing into the internal pressure I was building.

I let my fingers glide deeper, seeking out the highly sensitive spot to the right. Slump, slump went the delicious, wet sound of her pussy, the rhythm of my work. The sound alone was enough to make me feel a delicious, answering dripdown there between my own legs.

My fingers worked her relentlessly, and she gasped for air. "More, please! Go deeper, please!

" she begged, her hips continuing to jack up to match the urgent rhythm of my hand inside her.

I moved my attention to her chest. My free hand went to grab one of her breasts, rolling my thumb gently over the nipple while my fingers continued their insistent dance inside her. She cried out, "Nuala, you are too good!"

I kissed her deeply, then trailed the kisses down to her neck. Without warning, I pulled my hand from inside her, and lowered my head. The moment the heat of my mouth and the coolness of my breath hit her wet core, Vanya gasped, her hands immediately flying up to grip my hair.

She lost the last remnants of her shyness, her voice raw with need. "Fuck! Please! Please, Nuala, don’t stop!" she moaned. I ate her down there like she was the best, most anticipated meal of the day, consuming her pleasure greedily. I watched her eyes cloud over, her body beginning to tense as she screamed my name, begging for more.

Her movements became sharper, faster, her hips twisting uncontrollably beneath me. Vanya was quickly nearing her release.

Sensing the peak, I drove my tongue harder and faster, deepening the pressure, continuing the relentless rhythm. Vanya let out a raw, desperate cry and her hands flew to my head, gripping my hair tightly.

"Hold me! Oh, God, Nuala! Hold me deep!" she screamed, trying to control the uncontrollable, using the pressure of my head against her core to meet the exact spot of her pleasure.

I obeyed, letting her steer my mouth into the perfect angle, giving her everything she demanded. The combination of the deep sucking and the intense suction was too much. Her whole body locked up, beginning to shake violently.

"FUCK! YES! NUALA!"

She convulsed around my fingers and mouth, her final, powerful orgasm ripping through her body in shuddering waves. Her legs tightened around my waist, her hips bucking with ferocious intensity as she rode the final, electric surge of her release.

I kept my head pressed against her, working her until the last tremor faded and she collapsed back onto the sofa, completely spent and breathing raggedly. I was slick with her victory, smiling triumphantly over her beautiful, exhausted body.

Vanya lay back on the sofa, her breathing slowly evening out. After a while, she turned her head, her eyes soft with satisfaction. "Thank you, beauty."

"You’re welcome," I replied, tracing the strong line of her collarbone.

She sat up and leaned over, beginning to undress me with a hungry, intent focus. I knew she was about to return the favor, to make me feel the same explosive pleasure. But before she could get too far, I brought her back to reality.

"I need to tell you something," I admitted softly. "I’ve never actually done this before."

She paused, her fingers stopping at the top of my dress. "With a woman, you mean?"

"With anyone," I corrected, the word feeling oddly heavy. "Both."

She stopped kissing me completely. She pulled back and stared. "What?"

"Yes," I confirmed, meeting her gaze.

She looked me over, a new curiosity mingled with the lust in her eyes. "How come you’re so good at this, then?"

"I learned it for you," I confessed, giving her a genuine smile. "I was determined to claim you."

She kissed me gently, her lips lingering. "Are you ready to lose your virginity for me?"

"Yes," I told her honestly, "but not today."

"Why?" she asked, a frown touching her elegant brow.

"Evric is back," I explained. "I didn’t tell him I would be out for too long, and it’s getting late."

Vanya smiled, a slight, knowing curve of her lips. "Sounds more like you are still under the control of your brother."

"It’s not like that," I immediately countered, sitting up. "Evric is the most simple person among my brothers; he’s easy to relate to, even though I know he’s stubborn. But he has always been gentle with me and let me do whatever I want. That’s precisely why I fear his cold side toward me more. I can’t bear to see his disappointment."

"Evric is indeed a kind person," Vanya mused. She smiled again. "I understand, but I can’t let you go like this. You made me feel so good, beauty. I should do something in return without going inside yet. Soon, I will go inside, but that will be gentle."

I smiled, my heart soaring at her consideration. "Don’t worry. Once I move back to my own place, I will have time to stay for long. But for now, my safety is under Evric’s protection, and I can’t let him regret allowing me to stay with him. Father would blame him if anything happened to me."

"Nothing will happen to my beauty," Vanya reassured me, and she pulled down my gown.

We lay back down, skin against skin. All we did was friction—clit-to-clit—and the sensation was incredible. It was the first time I had ever allowed anyone to touch me that intimately, and damn, it felt really good. I couldn’t wait to try more.

Just as everything ended, and we were already dressed, preparing for me to go back home, Evric’s call came through.

I quickly showed Vanya the screen. "I need to go now."

"But it’s not that late," Vanya protested, adjusting her dress. "Why is he calling?"

"I have to get home and find out," I replied quickly, urgency overriding desire. I leaned in, giving her a deep, parting kiss that promised swift returns. "Soon," I mouthed against her lips, then grabbed my belongings and rushed out the door.

I drove back to Evric’s house, my heart pounding a hurried rhythm against my ribs.

I rushed inside, but the moment I opened the living room door, I froze.

Sitting on the sofa, waiting patiently, were all three of my brothers: Evans, Evric, and Chrisly.