Page 78 of Tragic Empire

“Smart fucking mouth,” he tsks, one hand leaving my side to cup my breast. “You better hold on, my mouthy little wife. And don’t you dare fucking come until I tell you to.”

Oh god.

All the air is knocked right from my lungs as he pulls out and slams back in. His cock thrusts into my cunt so fast that his balls quietly slap against my ass, and my toes curl into the mattress. Like he promised, Cassio starts fucking me without restraint, thrusting in earnest. Slick noises, moaning, and breathing fills the room as my body goes slack.

“Holy shhhhhit,” I moan, feeling my breasts jump, one captured under his palm, the other free to bounce as he moves.

“Yeah,” he grunts in agreement. “Holy. Fucking. Shit.”

His hips slam forward, pumping harder, using his grip on my hip to keep me close, our bodies molding together. I’m throbbing around his cock, legs twitching while my nerves crackle and become entirely overwhelmed by every sensation Cassio provides.

“You’re doing so fucking good for me, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes,” I gasp.

Letting go of my side, he hooks that arm under one of my knees, hand splaying on the inside of my thigh. He’s holding me so tight, I hope he leaves a handprint.

“It’s t-too much,” I stammer, feeling heat building below my stomach. “I’m gonna… Cassio, I can’t take it.”

“You’re taking it just fine, baby,” he disagrees, continuing to pound into me with deep strokes. “You need to come, is that it? Feels too good, huh?”

“Please, please, please,” I beg, squeezing his shoulders hard. My nails bite into his skin and he groans like he enjoys it.

“Since you’ve been so good…” he trails off, teasing me for a moment longer.

“Uhhh, please!”

“Come now,” he demands, voice steely and rough.

The hand on my breast leaves and drops to my clit, pinching hard, forcing an orgasm to crash through me at lighting speed. Delicious warmth ripples over every inch of me, as my vision begins to black. Cassio groans loudly, slapping a hand against the headboard and gripping it hard. His cock throbs inside of me as he spills into the condom, moaning deeply.

Rolling off of me and onto his back, Cassio breathes hard, catching his breath. I don’t know how long I lay by his side, panting and trying to get my breath back. After a while, he kisses the side of my face and clammers out of bed to dispose of the condom.

Rushing water pricks at my ears, and before I know it, my husband is carrying me right out of bed and depositing me into a warm bubbly bath. I sigh in appreciation as my sore muscles sing happily. Joining me on the other side of the large clawfoot tub, he catches my eye.

“That was…” I start, unable to find the right words.

“Yeah,” he agrees, brilliant blue eyes twinkling. “It was”

Cassio plucks up one of my feet and begins to knead the arch of it, rubbing the bath bubbles into my skin. It feels even more intimate than the wild sex we just partook in.

“Has anyone ever made accusations about our union being false?”

Cassio frowns, continuing to massage my foot. “Why do you ask?”

I shrug slightly, trying not to blush. “When Dmitri was advising me about the contract, he said it wasn’t hard to tell when a man has never seen his wife naked. And we didn’t consummate for over a month.”

“We didn’t make very many appearances together,” Cassio points out. “But even if we did, no one would suspect a thing, I assure you.”

“You sound so certain.” I laugh.

“I never needed to see you naked to look at you like you were completely and utterly mine, Ana.”

My heart thuds in my chest, stomach tightening with a mixture of shock and desire.

“Dmitri didn’t give you bad advice, in another circumstance it may have made all the difference for you. But I think we’ve both realized by now, there’s nothing typical about our connection,forza.”

“I can’t believe you feel it too,” I admit in a whisper. “Sometimes it feels like this is all one big dream…”