Xerxes lays down next to Esmeray his hands roaming her body, their eyes never leaving each other's, Esmeray's breath hitches as Xerxes' hands explore her body, his touch igniting a fire within her. She gazes up at him, her eyes filled with love and desire.
"Xerxes," she whispers, arching into his touch. "I need you."
He leans down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His hands continue their exploration, unbuttoning her dress slowly, savoring each inch of skin he reveals.
Esmeray trembles beneath his touch, her own hands roaming over his muscular chest and arms. She pulls him closer, craving the feel of his bare skin against hers.
Xerxes breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and collarbone. He pushes the dress off her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist.
"God, you're beautiful,"She lets out a small maon. He kisses her stomach and even though he wants this, in the back of his mind Celia's word echo like loud bells. Could it be possible Esmeray is pregnant with his child?
He looks up at her, searching her face for any sign of the truth. Her eyes are closed, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She looks so peaceful, so innocent.
He also can't deny the thurst he has for her, the hunger that grows inside him. She is here with him, in his arms. Its him she craves, it's him she desires and so he intends to fulfill their hunger.
He presses a gentle kiss to her stomach before trailing his lips back up her body.
"Esmeray," he murmurs against her skin. "My love."
She opens her eyes, gazing down at him with a soft smile. "Yes?" she whispers.
Xerxes shakes his head slightly, pushing all doubts and fears from his mind. "Nothing," he says softly. "I just love you."
He captures her lips in another kiss, pouring all his love and passion into it. In this moment, nothing else matters but the two of them.
Tonight though he has bad intentions, he intends to claim her, not as his wife but as a property. The same way he claims Lady Isabella all those nights.
He forcefully opens her legs, his tounge trailing along her folds Esmeray gasps, her back arching off the bed as Xerxes' tongue explores her most intimate parts.
"Xerxes," she moans, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Please..."
He looks up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Please what?" he asks, his breath hot against her skin. "Tell me what you want, Esmeray."
She bites her lip, hesitating for a moment before speaking. "I want you," she whispers. "All of you."
Xerxes smiles wickedly, pleased by her response. He stands up, quickly shedding his clothes before settling between her legs once more.
He teases her entrance with the tip of his manhood, watching as she squirms beneath him. "Say it again," he demands. "Tell me you're mine."
Esmeray nods frantically, too lost in pleasure to speak coherently. Xerxes waits patiently, refusing to enter her until he hears the words he longs for."I'm yours" she whispers Xerxes' heart soars at her words, a primal satisfaction coursing through him. "That's right," he growls, his voice low and possessive. "You're mine, Esmeray. Only mine."
With that, he thrusts into her, claiming her completely. Esmeray cries out, her nails digging into his back as he fills her. It's a painful pleasure, the stretch of his size overwhelming.
Xerxes sets a punishing pace, driven by a fierce need to mark her, to make her his in every way possible. He leans down, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin of her neck.
"Yes," he hisses against her flesh. "Take it." She moans and groans, a mix of pain and pleasure. This feels different, its not as gentle as the past times and she likes it, somewhat. Or maybe she is lying to herself about it because she is to into the moment to think.
He flips her over adjusting her body to where her ass is in the air. He spanks her before making entrance.
Esmeray cries out as Xerxes spanks her, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She pushes back against him, eager for more.
He grips her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he enters her from behind. The new angle allows him to go deeper, hitting places she never knew existed.
"Fuck," he groans, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "You're so tight, Esmeray. So perfect."
Esmeray can only moan in response, lost in the sensation of being filled and claimed. She reaches back, gripping his thigh for support as he pounds into her.
"Yes," she whimpers. "More, Xerxes. Please."
He obliges, his hips snapping forward with a fierce intensity.