He thrust his hands beneath her back to force her into even more intimate contact with his hard, muscular length. A choked sigh of satisfaction escaped from her, as he crushed her against him. She couldn't get close enough to him.
He pressed his mouth to an achingly sensitive pulse at the base of her throat and sensation stormed through her. His hands found the proud swell of her breasts with surprisingly gentle hands and shaped and stroked, deliberately not touching the hardened peaks until her muscles clenched in frustration and she arched her back and helplessly invited him to that deeper intimacy.
And then, with a soft laugh, he captured a taut nipple and laved it with his tongue, teasing with his sharp white teeth before taking the unbearable tender bud into the moist cave of his mouth. It was a sweet torment that drove claws of raw need into her quivering body, and when he employed the same technique on her other breast, she began to moan and tremble, utterly possessed by the power of sensation.
He ran the tip of his tongue down over her taut stomach, and a rush of heat made her hips jerk. She wanted to drag his mouth back to hers. She wanted him everywhere at once, because her whole body was beginning to scream with the hunger he had incited.
She gasped at the power of her own pleasure in the feel of his body against hers. Her fingers spread over the satin-smooth skin of his back and he jerked as if she had pulled a string.
Moving back up without warning, he took her swollen mouth in a sudden explosion of renewed passion, holding her down, letting his hand travel over her silky, quivering stomach, to the tangle of blonde curls at the apex of her thighs
Nothing she had so far experienced prepared her for the wild excitement that overwhelmed her when he explored the moist petals of her femininity. His touch was so exquisitely pleasurable that she cried out. She was on a high of unbearable sensations, twisting, turning, entirely at the mercy of her own needs
A faint feathering of instinctive fear gripped her momentarily as she felt the swollen hardness of his extromosuly large manhood against her. She felt the brutal savageness in the way he looked at her, in the way he touched her, and now, it was too late to have the good sense to get scared.
But her fear was quickly forgotten by the hunger he had unwittingly unleashed inside of her. That hunger, too long denied, sort only satisfaction at whatever the cost. Yet she was still naively unprepared by the searing, driving force with which he invaded her body with his own and the way her inner muscles instinctively clinched tightly at him, smugly.
She bit the soft underside of her lower lip; anything to still the excess amount of pleasure rioting through her senses, intoxicating her. She felt possessed, utterly and completely. He moved on her, slowly at first, deliberately, until all she could focus on was the extraordinary response of her own body. All control was gone. The savage rhythm took a hold of her and she burned up in a heatwave of sensations, crying out at the moment of climax and subsiding into an aftermath of pleasure so intense, she almost passed out.
She didn't know when she fell asleep. Didn't even know what the time was. But she was so sure she must have fallen asleep, because when she came to back to herself, she was instantly shocked by the gleaming fact that she was no longer on the table with Sebastian as she'd initially been, but was now on a bed, her bed, and was painfully aware that Sebastian from behind her, had started making love to her again.
The curtains were closed, so she didn't know whether it was day or night. It didn't matter though. Florence could do without its queen for one whole day. She didn't want to think, only feel. Sebastian allowed no time for thought, even less for conversation.
It was as though there was nothing but the moment to be lived for. He was ruthless in his single-minded pursuit of pleasure, and that way he brought out hers as well. And soon enough l, she reached her climax, blindly screaming and trashing out.
Abruptly, he disentangled himself from the bed, and her, and quickly got on his two feet.
"Bastian, where are you going?" she implored, her eyes swimming, all at once feeling the effects of being cold and bereft of his touch
"You're so naive, Rebecca. And yet you're haughty enough to call yourself Queen. Florence would be ruined under your rule, of that, I can assure you. What did you think was going to happen? That I'd cuddle you after cruel, angry sex? Wow. Real smart of you Becca." Sebastian mocked angrily, his eyes going even colder when out of nowhere, she burst out into tears and started crying profusely
It didn't matter to him in the least, for inspite her tears, he continued firing his harsh and angry rebukes at her.
"And in the future, I'll come to this court no longer. If you need me, you come to me, at the Gentlemen's Court. If I need you, you come to me! You seek me, and you wait, until I have time enough to attend to you! You may be Queen, but when it comes to dealings with me, you'll do nothing short of surrender. That's the way the relationship is going to be as from now on, or I can assure you, I will walk out of this godforsaken city this very night, and leave you to ruin it all on your own. You'll never see me again. The Gentleman's Court will cease to exist in Florence, because wherever I go, my men follow and go with me also" he bit out the scathing remark, before walking away in all naked glory, picking his clothes up from the main hall.
And with the same careful, casual poise he used to do everything else, he strolled out of the Queen's court. He could have easily fooled a God, that he hadn't just been in bed with a woman, for the last five hours, with all the awful lack of feelings and emotions that oh so suitably displayed on his face.
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