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He complied eagerly, his hands wandering down her body to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. She gasped as his thumbs brushed over her erect nipples, and they grew even harder under his touch. But even as he toyed with her body, his cock attempting to coax his mind away from thinking and simply tofeel, something didn't sit right with him about what she'd said.
"Forget?" he panted. "Why do you want to forget?"
She stiffened beneath him, and for the first time, he noticed the erratic pulse of her heart. "It's nothing, she said. I misspoke."
"What's wrong?"
She shook her head, but he noticed how she glanced over his shoulder. "It's nothing. I'm just worried about Emeric, that's all."
Castor relaxed, swooping her into his arms instead. "Then we don't have to do this here. There's a guest bedroom nearby."
He didn't give her a chance to respond before he was lifting her up, carrying her to one of the empty guest bedrooms, and kicking the door shut behind them. He deposited her gently on the bed before crawling over her, his mouth finding hers again as his hands roamed over her body, pulling at the ties of her dress so he could access more of her smooth, creamy skin.
She was so beautiful it made his heart ache, and he couldn't resist touching her smooth skin, trailing his fingers down over her collarbone to dip lower into the valley between her breasts, which was still guarded by her steel-boned corset.
"God, Ianora," he muttered reverently as he unhooked each latch, revealing a new stretch of pale flesh beneath. "I can't believe you're all mine."
As soon as her chest was fully exposed, he lowered his head to take one pink nipple into his mouth and suckle gently. She gasped and grabbed fistfuls of his hair as he moved to give equal attention to her other breast. Her back arched off the wall as pleasure shot through her, and his erection tweaked, ready to plunge deep into her core.
But he waited.
She responded in kind, yanking at his shirt until it ripped open. Then her small hands were touching him everywhere, exploring his chest and back. Igniting a fire in his veins with every touch.
He kissed along the delicate column of her throat, savoring the taste of her skin before he finally gave in to his hunger. His fangs sank deep into her flesh, and he drank deeply of her essence.
A shudder ran through Ianora's body. She gasped out loud, and her pleasure flooded his system, drowning out everything else until all that remained was the two of them. Her body small and curled beneath him, the feel of her neck beneath his mouth and the ever-growing inferno between his legs.
She clung to him tightly as he continued to drink from her, eager hands moving to unbuckle his pants. With a firm grip, she stroked his throbbing length until he, too, was lost in the moment, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over him. Eventually, he pulled away slightly, and she looked at him with dazed eyes.
"More," she gasped, clinging to him tightly as if afraid he would disappear if she let go. "I need more."
Castor grinned at her eagerly before leaning in to kiss her again, letting her blood mingle between their mouths. Her tongue flicked desperately against his while he pushed the rest of her dress down and over her hips, leaving her in nothing but a black, lacy thong. He cupped her mound and squeezed, feeling the heat between her legs when she squirmed.
But despite being with him in body, he could see in her eyes that she wasn't fully here with him in her mind. There was a shadow in her eyes, a distraction.
Was it another man?
Was it Emeric she was thinking of when she was here with him?
A spike of anger and jealousy curled in his gut. Whatever it was, Castor was going to change it. He would show her that he was the only man worth dreaming of.
He'd make her body remember him, too.
With a firm hand, he parted her thighs to reveal the drenched pink flower beneath. Castor gazed hungrily at her wet folds for a moment, knowing how sweet and sensitive they would be beneath his tongue. How they'd squeeze and quiver around his fingers, stretching to accompany him.
They'd made love only twice, over a month ago. She would be tight again, all but a virgin. She'd feel his length and girth fully if he went into her now; that was exactly what he wanted.
He propped his cock at her entrance and shoved himself inside with one powerful thrust.
She cried out in ecstasy, a mixed jolt of pleasure and pain. But instead of giving her a moment to adjust as he had before, he jackhammered her from the start, making her cry out in pain.
"C-Castor," she gasped. "You're hurting me."
Her cries sent another shock of lust through him. He wanted her to feel him fully, whether painfully or in pleasure. "I know," he said, and he went on, pushing into her harder.
She grabbed his arms, and tried to slow him. "You're hurting me. Castor, please, ahh—"
He didn't listen. He couldn't. The pleasure was too great, and he needed her to feel it. He needed her to understand that he was the only man who could make her feel this way.
