She moans loudly, lips parted, eyes glassy with lust as she stares at our reflection. Her breasts bounce in her dress with every hard thrust, nipples tight and begging. I keep my grip on her throat, just tight enough for her to feel owned, while my other hand slides down to rub her swollen clit.
“Nico… oh God…” she whimpers, pushing back against me desperately.
I fuck her harder, faster, pounding into her soaked pussy.
“That’s it. Take my cock like a good little slut. This pussy belongs to me now.”
She cries out my name again, louder this time, her walls fluttering around me. I can feel her getting close. I rub her clit faster, slamming into her with brutal precision.
“Come for me,” I demand against her ear. “Come all over my cock like the little liar you are.”
She shatters with a broken scream, her pussy clamping down on me as she comes hard. Her whole body trembles, thighs shaking, juices dripping down my balls onto the floor. I keep fucking her through it, chasing my own release.
With a deep groan, I bury myself to the hilt and come, spilling deep inside her in thick, hot pulses. I stay there for a moment, grinding against her ass, making sure every drop stays inside her.
When I finally pull out, I watch with dark satisfaction as my cum starts to leak down her thighs. I reach down and push some of it back inside her with my fingers.
“I need to clean up,” she faintly murmurs.
“Leave it,” I order, voice rough. “I want you dripping with me for the rest of the night. Every time you move, you’ll remember who you belong to.”
She lets out a shaky breath. “Caveman.”
I smack her ass hard and she gasps, jolting forward. I lean in, biting her earlobe.
“Call me that again and I’ll show you exactly how much of a caveman I can be.”
She presses her ass against my already hardening cock. I can't seem to get enough of her.
“I think you just did.”
“That was me going easy on you. Now stop doing that, before I show you exactly how rough I can be.”
I help her clean up just enough to look presentable, wiping the sweat from her skin, fixing her dress, and smoothing her hair. She turns and combs her fingers through my hair, rearranging it. The small, intimate gesture does something dangerous to my chest.
She puts her mask back on, and I do the same.
I take her hand, intertwining our fingers.
“Let’s go.”
We head back into the main ballroom, my hand firm on Eleonora’s lower back. The crowd has grown thicker, the music louder.
Suddenly, the music shifts into a slower, sensual piece and an unwelcome thought comes in my mind before I can stop it, so I take Eleonora’s hand and lead her onto the dance floor.
“Dance with me.”
I pull her close, one hand on her waist, the other holding hers as we begin to move. Our bodies press together, fitting perfectly. She feels like sin in that emerald dress, every curve brushing against me with each step.
“You’re mine tonight,” I murmur against her ear. “Let them all see it.”
I want to tell her I’d burn cities to the ground for her, start wars in her name, put kings on their knees if she asked me to. That there isn’t a man alive I wouldn’t bury if he touched her. But I keep my mouth shut.
We dance slowly, bodies locked, breaths mingling. Her fingers tighten on my shoulder. I can feel the heat of her through the fabric, the way she melts against me when I pull her even closer.
I look around the room, no one around us seems to notice us. They’re too busy dancing, drinking, and conversing.
When the song ends, Nikolai approaches again, wanting to continue our earlier conversation.
