Cassian pulled his mouth away from Violetta's heaving breast with a lewd pop, a string of saliva connecting his lips to her glistening nipple. He straightened up, towering over Violetta's trembling form as he gripped her waist tightly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. Despite Violetta's powerful climax, Cassian showed no signs of slowing down, his hips continuing to rock and surge against hers, his massive cock plunging in and out of her dripping, fluttering sex. She clung weakly to Cassian, her limbs feeling like jelly, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "C-Cassian," she panted, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I just...I just came. Please, slow down...give me a moment..."
But Cassian paid no heed to Violetta's pleading words, his grip on her waist tightening as he pulled her even closer, flush against his hard, sweat-slicked body. "Shh, don't worry," he murmured, his voice a low, sinful rumble. "You're not getting off that easily. I'm not even halfway done with you yet."
Violetta's eyes widened, a mix of shock and a flicker of trepidation in their violet depths. "Halfway? But...but I can't...it's too much..." Her words trailed off into a high, breathy moan as Cassian attacked her neck, his lips and teeth and tongue laying siege to the sensitive skin. He licked and nipped and sucked, his teeth grazing her racing pulse as he marked her, claimed her, made her his.
"Ohhh!" Violetta cried out, her head falling back to give Cassian better access to her neck, her fingers scrabbling at his shoulders, her nails digging into the firm, flexing muscles. Cassian's hips never stopped their relentless rhythm, his thick cock plunging in and out of Violetta's sensitive, fluttering cunt, the wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room.
Cassian's hand slid from Violetta's hip to her breast, his long fingers wrapping around the soft, heavy globe. He squeezed, his fingers sinking into the pliant flesh as he kneaded and massaged her breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling her nipple between them. Violetta arched into his touch, a high, keening moan escaping her lips as pleasure sparked through her body, her overstimulated nerves, stoking the embers of her desire back into a raging inferno. Cassian's lips trailed from Violetta's neck to her shoulder, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh, marking her as his. Violetta cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure sending a jolt straight to her core, her pussy clenching down around Cassian's pistoning shaft, the velvet walls fluttering wildly, still sensitive from her recent climax. Cassian groaned against her skin, the vibrations rumbling through his chest and into Violetta's own, the sound sending a fresh wave of arousal crashing over her.
His hand on her breast tightened, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises in their wake as he pinched and rolled her nipple almost roughly, the pleasure-pain pushing Violetta closer to the edge of another mind-shattering orgasm. Cassian's hips never faltered, his thick cock plunging in and out of Violetta's dripping sex with a force that rocked the desk beneath them, the obscene sound of their coupling filling the room, mingling with Violetta's increasingly loud and wanton cries of ecstasy. Violetta could only cling to Cassian, her body surrendering completely to his dominant, almost punishing pace, her pussy gripping his shaft like a velvet vise as he fucked her with a single-minded intensity, determined to bring her to the peak of pleasure once more.
Violetta could barely think straight, her mind hazing with the overwhelming sensations assaulting her from all sides. Cassian's relentless pace, his dominant grip, his teeth and tongue wreaking havoc on her sensitive skin...it was all too much, and yet not nearly enough. Violetta's thoughts raced, a whirlwind of pleasure and disbelief and a growing, undeniable hunger for more.
"Dear god, he's insatiable," Violetta thought, her inner voice a high, breathy pant. "He hasn't stopped, not even for a moment. I came so hard, so intensely, like some wanton harlot, and yet he's still going, still pounding into my pussy." She could feel every powerful thrust, every flex and clench of Cassian's hips, his thick shaft plunging in and out of her sensitive, fluttering sex. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure bordering on pain as Cassian stretched her beyond what she thought possible.
"I can't believe he said he's not even halfway done," Violetta panted internally, a flicker of trepidation mingling with the building heat of her arousal. "How can he expect me to take more? I feel so full, so stretched, his cock is kissing my womb with every thrust. I don't know if I can survive another climax this intense." And yet, even as the thought crossed her mind, Violetta could feel the telltale flutters of her impending release, her body betraying her as it hurtled towards the edge of ecstasy once more.
At the same time, Violetta felt a thrill of excitement, a dark, heady rush of arousal at being so thoroughly conquered, so completely dominated by this man she had once known as a childhood friend, and the man she had hated not too long ago. There was something deeply erotic, deeply arousing about surrendering herself to Cassian's desires, about letting him fuck her with such force and intensity.
"I never knew I could feel this way," Violetta mused, a flush of heat suffusing her cheeks even as Cassian's teeth grazed her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. "Never knew that surrender could be so exhilarating, so liberating. I feel like I'm losing myself in him, like he's consuming me, body and soul. And a part of me...a part of me never wants it to end."
Despite the pain, despite the intensity, Violetta found herself craving more, her body arching into Cassian's touch, her hips rocking to meet his powerful thrusts. She could feel another climax building deep inside her, her walls fluttering and clenching around Cassian's pistoning shaft, her core tightening with the promise of another release.
Cassian's grip on Violetta's hips tightened, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh hard enough to leave vivid, fingerprint-shaped bruises in their wake. His thrusts became more erratic, more forceful, his hips slamming against Violetta's with a force that rocked the desk beneath them, the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. Violetta could feel Cassian's cock throbbing inside her, the thick shaft pulsing and twitching as he neared his own peak.
"Violetta," Cassian growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his impending release. "I can't...I'm going to..." His words dissolved into a low, guttural groan as he slammed into her one final time, his thick cock plunging to the hilt inside her spasming cunt. With a guttural roar, he buried himself deep, his shaft pulsing and throbbing as he found his release. Violetta screamed, her voice echoing off the study walls as she felt Cassian's hot seed erupting inside her, flooding her womb with his essence. Her body convulsed and shook, her back arching sharply as a mind-shattering orgasm crashed over her, pleasure exploding through every nerve ending.
"CASSIAN!" Violetta wailed, her nails raking down Cassian's back, leaving angry red lines in their wake as her pussy clamped down around his pulsing shaft, milking him for every last drop of his release. Cassian groaned, his hips jerking and shuddering as he emptied himself inside Violetta, his cock twitching and throbbing with each powerful spurt of his climax.
They remained locked together, their sweaty bodies heaving and panting as the last waves of their shared ecstasy rolled over them. Cassian's shaft remained nestled deep inside Violetta's dripping sex, plugged in tight to keep his seed from leaking out. Violetta could feel the warmth of it, the stickiness of their combined releases painting her thighs as she lay boneless and sated in Cassian's arms, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her intense climax.
Cassian's lips found Violetta's in a searing kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth, swallowing her whimpers and moans. He kissed her with a fervor and passion that stole her breath, his hands roaming over her curves, caressing and stroking her soft, sweat-slicked skin. Violetta could only cling to Cassian, her limbs wrapped weakly around his waist as she kissed him back with equal fervor, her tongue tangling with his own in a sensual dance.
Cassian finally broke the kiss, his lips trailing away from Violetta's with a soft, sated sigh. He gazed down at her with a look of deep satisfaction, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded from their intense coupling. With a gentle, almost tender touch, he withdrew his cock from Violetta's dripping sex, a gush of their combined releases leaking out to trickle down onto the desk below. Violetta whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her walls fluttering and clenching around the void left by Cassian's absence.
Cassian scooped Violetta up into his strong arms, cradling her trembling body against his chest like a princess. Violetta's arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers playing idly with the damp hair at his nape as she gazed up at him with a dazed, lust-drunk expression. "Cassian," she murmured, her voice hoarse and ragged from screaming his name. "Take me to my bedchambers. I need...I need a bed, a real bed, to rest in."
Cassian smiled down at her, a look of pure love and pride at having brought her to such heights of ecstasy. "As my lady commands," he murmured, turning to carry her towards the door. But Violetta stayed him with a trembling hand on his chest, her violet eyes wide and urgent as they met his gaze.
"No, wait," she gasped, the words difficult to form as her throat remained dry and tight. "Not...not that way. Please, Cassian, I don't want to be seen like this. By anyone." She paused, swallowing hard before continuing in a rushed whisper. "There's a secret passage, hidden behind the tapestry in the west wing. It leads directly to my chambers. Take me that way, Cassian."
As Cassian held Violetta close, her soft, warm body molding perfectly to his own, he couldn't help but feel a surge of adoration and possessive pride. The way she had surrendered to him, the way her body had accepted his every demand, the way she had screamed his name in ecstasy...it filled him with a deep, primal satisfaction. A part of him almost wished that someone would see them, would witness the evidence of their coupling, the way his seed painted her inner thighs, the way she could barely walk, let alone stand. It would be a clear message to all that Violetta was his, and his alone.
However, one look at Violetta's exhausted, blissed-out face, and Cassian knew that he would never dream of putting her through such a situation. She was a Duchess as well as a princess, a woman of high standing and reputation. He would never forgive himself if he sullied that in any way. No, if Violetta wanted discretion, then that was what she would have.
With a nod of understanding, Cassian carried Violetta towards the tapestry she had mentioned. Behind the heavy, embroidered fabric, he found the hidden door to the secret passage. With a grunt of effort, he pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit, narrow corridor. Cassian stepped inside, pulling the tapestry closed behind them to hide their passage from prying eyes.
The journey through the secret passage was a quick one, the corridor opening up into Violetta's private bedchamber. Cassian carried her inside, his eyes taking in the opulent furnishings, the grand four-poster bed, the plush carpets underfoot. He laid Violetta down gently on the bed, her body sinking into the soft mattress as if it were made of clouds.
As he gazed down at her, he couldn't help but feel a rush of tenderness and affection. Violetta's eyes had fluttered closed, her long lashes casting shadows on her flushed cheeks. Her lips, still swollen and reddened from his kisses, parted slightly as her chest rose and fell with each soft, even breath, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth as if she were lost in pleasant dreams. A few strands of her raven hair, damp with sweat from their exertions, clung to her brow and neck.
With a gentle hand, he brushed the errant locks of hair from Violetta's face, tucking them behind her ear in a tender gesture. "Sleep well, my love," he murmured, his voice a low, loving rumble. "Dream of me, as I will dream of you." Then, unable to resist, he leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Violetta's forehead, breathing in the sweet scent of her skin before pulling the silk coverlet over her naked, slumbering form and stepping back to allow her the rest she so desperately needed.