Conquered Love (Love Series: Book 1) FREE READ

Chapter 9: Aquitted

::Ryanna's POV::

My body started to quiver as he let hot breaths touch my sensitive skin. He did not let up and continued to hear me moan for him. Dom was determined to know my deepest desires, and he was getting real close to it. I felt him remove his fingers and placed the towel onto my upper body.

"Bite it," he ordered.

"Wh-what?" I could barely find the strength to breathe!

"Do it," he urged, "I want to hear you orgasm when our wedding night comes."

I didn't understand what he meant by that, but I obeyed. I wanted more!

He then pushed my thighs forward until my legs were touching my ears! I wasn't quite flexible so I started to hurt.

"Bite it, I promise you'll love it," he assured.

My thighs were tightened and he gently spread them apart. I felt a nudge and I bit into the towel. With one of his forearms he held my legs in that position and then smacked my ass with the other.

"f**k," he groaned, "You're so damn wet!"

I blushed and looked down, only for him to dig back in.

I felt the sensual feeling grow, his tongue turned more fierce and faster. It was like he was changing the combination lock and every time I tried to gasp for air he switched his pattern. It was up and down, left and right, circles and then diagonal. I felt all of his stamina and I was wearing out!

Then I felt my legs tighten and my flutes followed too. My body began to instinctively push against Dom's mouth. He understood what he was doing and I bit harder into the towel. He tugged onto the towel making sure he got my attention. I made eye contact with him and he took a breath before continuing. My legs started to tremble more and more. I could feel the sensation he was giving my v****a become more intense. I couldn't help it, I gripped the sheets and the towel.

I felt my body arch and began to release! I felt my whole body pulse in satisfaction. My p***y pulsed and gave him more juices. I cried in pleasure. He had made me c*m! He wanted to keep going, but my lady part was extremely sensitive. I wrapped his head around my thighs and squeezed for him to stop. I couldn't say the words because I was still coming down from euphoria!

"Done already?" he wiped his lips and chuckled.

I felt embarrassed about the defeat and covered my face with the towel.

"So?" he bounced on the bed next to me, who was still trying to catch her breath, "Did I pass?"

I looked at him with that "what do you think?" look.

"You were so delicious," he then kissed my lips, "Let me know if you want to give me more lessons."

He then rolled out of bed and made his way into the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" I spoke through tired breaths.

"Well, I'm going to have a cold icy bath," he winked, "I was pumped up for more after all."

He closed the door behind him and I rolled over onto my side.

What just happened? Did we- did I?

I felt extremely puzzled about the thoughts trying to make sense in my head. Did I really just get eaten out by Lord Dom? My stomach fluttered with butterflies and I gained rhythm in my heartbeat.

This is going to be harder than I thought.

I'm probably the onling this hard. Dom proved his attraction to me, and I felt like it wasn't just lust, but the fact that we wanted to be near each other. Even with the previous awkward encounters, he still chose to wait patiently for me. I squirmed knowing I had a new exquisite experience.

A whole hour passed before Dom came out. He had another towel wrapped around his waist. He flicked through his hair, kinking out the water before pat drying. He looked over at me.

"Still haven't moved huh?" he made his way to me.

"I'm tired, I am going to bed," I plopped to the other side.

"Well," I felt the bed bounce as he joined me.

Dom scooped me closer with his arm, "Let me help keep you warm."

I didn't say anything, I felt the heat of his body steaming underneath the blanket. My bare back touched his upper body and I began to position myself in a fetus position. He then molded his body to copy mine. And honestly, it felt so relieving. His warmth caused my tired eyes to fall into slumber.

::Dom's POV::

Last night was phenomenal!

I never fell asleep so quickly and comfortably in my life. Ryanna's warmth was extremely soothing, especially after she settled her breaths. She was amazing. Her body, her scent, the way she goddamned tasted! But I knew that she wasn't going to like the fact that I would have to set out to do the mission.

Tyrion had better not have anything up his sleeve about this.

I stretched and belowed a huge yawn. I looked over and Ryanna was still snoozing away. I wanted to play with her chestnut brown hair, it reminded me of milk chocolate. But I had to get ready. I got out of bed and got ready for the day.

One of the servants came and offered some eggs and the bakery's freshest toast. I took them and grabbed a few plates. I neatly arranged them and carried the platter to the room. I set the plates onto the side table and gently nudged her. Ryanna's eyes fluttered and she soon woke up from her sleep. She jolted straight away at the smell of the meal.

"You brought me breakfast in bed?" She snatched hers and began to dig in.

"I mean you fed me in bed, it's only right if I feed you back," I smirked and narrowed my eyes at her.

She almost choked on her food!

I quickly grabbed the cup of freshly squeezed orange juice and handed it to her. She chugged it down and then gasped in desperation.

"Really?" she coughed, "You think you're so funny?" her eyes started to turn red and watery.

"And skilled," I boasted.

I heard a mild scoff under her breath and I know it wasn't from her choking earlier.

I leaned back on my elbows and looked up at the ceiling. I then faced her and said, "I'll eat you out anytime anywhere."

Her face flushed red and it was the way she questioned her morals that turned me on. I knew she couldn't deny she loved it, but she was so damn stubborn to fully admit to it.

That's what I like about her.

"Anyways," she cut off my thoughts, "Thank you for breakfast."

"It's no big deal," I hesitated, "I wanted to spend time with you before I had to go."

"You're leaving already?" I heard a mew of sadness from her tone.

"I have to, I'll be back in less than a week," I put my hand on her thigh, "I'll be back sweetheart."

When I tell you her eyes were a powerful factor I meant it! She gave me those puppy dog eyes with just the right amount of tear buildup that I was just about ready to call off the whole mission. But then she placed her hand on top of mine and smiled it all away.

"You'll come back to me, promise?"

I picked up her hand and kissed it, "I promise princess, always."

I knew that I was to set out in a few hours. Ryanna got dressed and then we both walked outside. Ryanna felt a bit less overwhelmed as the town was similar to her hometown in the northern borders. We just didn't really like using fancy silk clothing.

"What am I going to do while you're gone?" she asked.

"Survive," I gleamed. I then realized that it wasn't as funny as I thought it would be. I patted her shoulder, "You're safe here, Tyrion will make sure of it."

She looked at me with confusion I had to readdress it to her, "I know he can be rash, but he wouldn't dare to betray me."

"But you said it yourself," she mumbled, "That survival instincts can turn one against the other."

Fuck. I did say that!

Women always remember emotionally sentimental things. I was told that by my mother. How could I forget?

"Touche Ryanna."

"Just be safe. Where can I find Tyrion?" she asked.

"He will be in the blue building a few blocks down, he runs a medicinal shop that is attached to his home. You can't miss it." I pointed towards the northeastern side of town.

"If he creeps you out too much you can stay with the maidens, my home is yours," I winked at her before I left, "Keep my bed warm."

::Ryanna's POV::

He's out of his mind! I'm supposed to stay here and wait? With Tyrion? The man who humiliated me?

I wanted to let him have at it with all the tantrums I felt boiling in my throat. But I chose to swallow my pride and see where this goes. If he trusts Tyrion with me, there has to be some reason why. I wasn't sure how to feel about the man, but his first impression was not favorable.

I kissed Dom goodbye, and honestly I didn't want to part lips. I could tell he didn't want to either. But, the quicker he goes the faster he may return.

I gulped as I stood in front of Tyrion's home, there was a faint smell of different herbs and the sound of a cauldron boiling. I knocked on the door and it opened. The door creaked and I peered in, "Hello? Anyone here? Sir Tyrion?"

There was no reply.

Then there was a whiff of a familiar scent. I followed it and carefully passed by the other medicines. This man had a collection of different ingredients and potions. He was well organized, and my heart sank knowing what the scent was taking me to. I came across the herbs I once crushed up for my father before his last breath. I gently picked up the poppy plant. I held it close to my chest. I began to sob. I knew it wasn't a herb to keep him alive, but I've heard it numbs the pain. We didn't have any special herbs where I was at.

Daddy...

Caw-!

A crow fluttered in front of me and I had almost dropped the herbs.

"Do you just naturally touch people's stuff?" a scornful-yet-familiar voice sighed.

"I- I didn't mean to..." I put down the poppy seeds.

"You seemed fixated on it," Tyrion analyzed.

"Well... I used it for someone, but it didn't help," I looked over at the crow which was tilting its head in fascination.

"What did you use it for exactly?" Tyrion asked as he appeared out of the shadows.

I did not notice that he was sitting in the chair right in plain site! I really do need to be more cautious.

"Well..." I stuttered, "It was for my dad, he was sick. I didn't have anything else but found these poppy seeds."

"Have you seen a doctor?" he now was a few feet away from me.

"We didn't have any doctors," I whispered, partially intimidated by his lanky size.

"What were the symptoms? I know you were no doctor, but for future reference," he placed the poppy seeds into a sack.

"I am not sure, it was like he was deteriorating, his weight dropped and gained on an unusual time frame. He had fever, chest pains, hairloss. I just thought he was of age or something," I looked at him.

"It's hard to diagnose someone when the symptoms are very broad, but it does sound a lot like lupus," Tyrion suddenly flanked away and headed towards a shelf of different colored bottles. He scooted some aside.

"This would have been a better remedy than just poppy seeds."