Aiden leaned down, his breath hot on her ear, his hips snapping against her.
"Me? Crazy? No, Catherine." His voice was low, sharp with cruel amusement. "You're the one who nearly climaxed while your husband spoke to you."
His hand slid up, groping her swollen breasts, kneading them hard like dough. Her nipples ached under his pinches.
"You're the one who trembled… who almost screamed my name while he stood there," he whispered, his tongue tracing the edge of her ear. "Tell me, Cathe… did it feel good? Cheating on him right on his face?"
Her body shuddered violently. She shook her head, tears pricking her eyes. "N-No… I'm not like that… I'm not—"
Slap!
His palm cracked across her ass, the sound sharp and obscene in the quiet chamber.
"Ahhhhhh!!!" she wailed, her pussy clamping down hard on him. Her hands clawed at the door, desperate for balance.
"You like it, Cathe," Aiden growled, his hips hammering her without mercy. "You like cheating. You like being my little whore while he waits outside like a fool."
Slap! Slap!
His hand left red marks across her ass, each one making her tighter, wetter, needier.
Her gown had ridden up to her waist, baring her trembling body completely to him. She was no noble woman now, no dragon-blooded beauty—just a writhing mess pinned between the door and her lover's merciless thrusts.
Tears blurred her vision as she looked back at him, cheeks flushed, lips trembling. "It's… your fault, Aiden… your dick… it's just… soooo addictive…"
Her words spilled out broken, shameless.
Aiden's grin widened. He yanked her around, slamming her back against the door. Her breath hitched as her gown slipped from her shoulders, baring her chest completely.
He seized her lips in a bruising kiss, forcing his tongue deep, tasting her moans. His cock speared her again, harder, deeper, making the wood of the door shake behind her.
Her hand found his length instinctively, guiding him, begging him without words not to stop.
And he didn't.
He lifted her thigh high, spreading her wide against the door, pounding her relentlessly.
"Ahhh… ahhh… Aiden… you're so big… so big!" she cried, louder now, the danger of being overheard only making her wetter.
The sound of their bodies colliding—slap, slap, slap—filled the room. The wet squelch of her soaked pussy only added to the chorus of sin.
"You really are a whore, Cathe," he said darkly, eyes blazing. "A whore who'd leave her dear husband for a real cock."
She clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh, her voice breaking.
"Nooo… no, I'm only your whore, Aiden! Only yours! You're the only one who can do this to me… the only one who can break me!"
Her words, drenched in lust and devotion, only drove him further. He gripped her cheeks, forcing her eyes to his.
"You adore this, don't you? Then if I plant my seed inside you—if I make you pregnant with my child—what will you do?"
Her pussy clenched violently at his words. Her eyes widened, glowing faintly with her dragon lineage. Cause those words, those words pocked something deeper, so much so Her lips quivered in ecstasy.
"Please… then do it," she begged, voice desperate, almost sobbing. "Breed me, Aiden. Fill me. Make me yours forever. Give me your child!"
Her plea broke him. His thrusts grew wild, brutal, desperate.
Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat! Plat!
She screamed his name, her nails tearing at his back, her walls milking him with savage hunger.
He groaned, deep, guttural, his cock twitching inside her. "Then take it… take it all, Cathe. Take my seed—be mine!"
Her climax tore through her body like fire. "Yesss! Yessss! Cum inside me, Aiden! Make me yours!"
Their cries rose together, tangled in heat and madness.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!❤️"
And as his cock erupted, flooding her womb with hot, thick seed, Catherine's vision went white, her body convulsing against his, her climax wringing every last drop from him.
The door rattled under the violence of their forbidden release.
Her scream was muffled only by his lips as he devoured her mouth, drowning her in the taste of sin.
Catherine sagged against the door, her chest heaving, her golden hair plastered to her flushed cheeks.
Her gown had slipped completely down to her waist, exposing her glistening, sweat-soaked breasts. Her entire body quivered as the last throbs of her climax left her weak, her womb hot and heavy with Aiden's seed.
She could still feel it… thick streams dripping down her thighs, staining the floor below. She didn't care. Not right now.
Aiden held her pinned, his cock still buried inside her, twitching lazily, refusing to let her close her legs. His golden eyes burned into hers, sharp, cruel, and yet unbearably mesmerizing.
Her lips parted in a trembling whisper.
"…Aiden… you're going to kill me one day."
He smirked, his thumb brushing her cheek, smearing away the tear that had fallen during her cries of pleasure. "Not kill you, Cathe. Own you."
"Haha ..you already do..." She muttered with satisfaction.
Both of them stayed there for a long moment, breathing heavily, their chests rising and falling in unison.
Catherine leaned against the door, her body still trembling from the intensity of what had just passed, while Aiden rested against her, feeling the warmth of her skin press against him, grounding him in a way only she could.
Drip!
Drip!
Drip!
The evidence of their shared passion pooled softly onto the floor, glistening in the dim candlelight.
Aiden slowly withdrew, leaving a lingering heat inside her, yet her hands clutched his face, tracing the sharp lines of his jaw and the cool brilliance of his golden eyes.
"Aiden… only for you, I will be this… obscene… only for you, I will be a slut, a whore, whatever you want me to be," she breathed, her voice trembling with affection and surrender.
She pressed her lips to his, teasing and pulling away, each touch leaving them both wanting more. Her body twitched involuntarily, aching to feel him again.
And yet, when she looked at him, she saw beyond the cold ambition, beyond the golden eyes that had driven so many to submission.
There was a warmth there, subtle, fleeting—but it was enough. It was enough to make her heart ache with love and devotion.
"I love you, Aiden… my future knight," she whispered, the words soft, sincere, carrying all the weight of her heart.
Aiden allowed a small, tired smile to brush his lips. He would have replied—he wanted to, to give her the words she deserved—but he couldn't. Not yet. Perhaps he never could.
"Haaa… let's get changed. Don't forget, I have a dear guest," he murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from her flushed face.
"Don't worry, I'm already here…" came a new voice, calm, confident, and startlingly close. Both Catherine and Aiden turned their heads sharply toward the sound.
On the sofa sat a figure, silver hair cascading down her shoulders, her eyes sharp, assessing. The aura she carried was not hostile, but it immediately drew attention, commanding it.
"Arina…" Aiden breathed, recognition and surprise flickering across his face. "...the berserker."