Violetta gritted her teeth, a low, feral sound escaping her throat as she struggled to contain her cries of pleasure. Then, with a sudden surge of passion, she crashed her lips against Roy's in a fierce, desperate kiss. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging sharply at the dark strands as she poured all her pent-up desire and frustration into the kiss. Violetta's tongue delved into Roy's mouth, stroking and twining with his in a sensual dance as she tried to muffle her increasingly loud moans.
Roy groaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating through his chest as he felt Violetta's nails digging into his scalp. He matched her fervor, his own tongue plundering her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her as he continued to walk towards her bedroom. With each step, he thrust his hips forward, driving his thick, hard cock deep into Violetta's dripping core. The wet, obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the hallway, mingling with their heated breaths and muffled moans.
Their kiss grew more urgent, more demanding, as they moved down the hallway. Violetta's tongue stroked along Roy's, tasting the dark rum and sin that always seemed to linger on his lips. She could feel the rough stubble of his jaw against her softer skin, could feel the way his heart raced beneath her touch. Violetta's legs tightened around Roy's waist, her heels digging into his back as she tried to pull him even closer, to feel every inch of his hard, muscular body pressed against her own.
Roy's hands gripped Violetta's ass, squeezing the firm globes as he ground his pelvis against hers, stirring his cock inside her. Violetta's nails dug harder onto his shoulders as she gasped and moaned into Roy's mouth, her cries of ecstasy muffled by his dominating kiss. The taste of him, the feel of him moving inside her, the scent of their mixed arousal filling the air...it was all too much, too intense, too perfect.
As they finally reached Violetta's bedroom, the Duchess remained lost in the throes of their passionate kiss, her fingers tangled in Roy's hair, her tongue dancing with his as she struggled to muffle her increasingly desperate moans. Roy kicked open the door, the heavy wood slamming against the wall as he carried Violetta inside, never once ceasing his relentless thrusts into her dripping, clutching heat.
Once inside the room, Roy reached behind him to turn the lock on the door, the click of the lock echoing obscenely in the charged air. Violetta gasped into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders as Roy slammed the door shut, sealing them off from the rest of the world. The room was dimly lit, the only light filtering in from the hallway behind them, casting long, sensual shadows across the ornate furniture and silken bedding.
Still kissing Violetta with fervent hunger, Roy slammed her down on the bed and began to undress her, his hands roaming greedily over her curves. He slid the straps of her gown off her shoulders, the delicate fabric slipping down to expose the creamy skin beneath. Violetta shivered as the cool air hit her flesh, her nipples hardening into stiff peaks as Roy's fingers brushed over them, teasing and tormenting the sensitive buds. She arched into his touch, a breathless moan escaping her throat, only to be swallowed by Roy's demanding mouth.
Roy's hands slid lower, his fingers finding the threads of Violetta's gown. He tugged them open slowly. The gown fell open, revealing Violetta's body inch by tantalizing inch, until it pooled around her waist. Roy broke the kiss to trail his lips down the column of Violetta's throat, his teeth grazing her pulse point, his tongue soothing the sting. Violetta's head fell back, her silver blonde hair spilling across the bed as she gasped and writhed beneath Roy's touch.
Roy's hands made quick work of Violetta's gown, the delicate fabric tearing like tissue paper under his impatient fingers. He ripped it away, baring Violetta's body to his hungry gaze, her creamy skin glowing in the dim light. Violetta gasped as the cool air hit her naked flesh, her nipples hardening into stiff, aching peaks. She could feel Roy's eyes raking over her, could see the raw, unbridled lust burning in their obsidian depths as he drank in the sight of her.
Spurred on by the delicious sight of Violetta's body splayed out beneath him, Roy began to pound into her with renewed fervor, his hips slamming against hers with bruising force. The bed creaked and groaned under the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful drive of his cock into Violetta's dripping, clutching heat. Violetta could only cling to Roy, her nails raking down his back, leaving red welts in their wake as she struggled to anchor herself amidst the storm of sensation crashing over her.
The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with their harsh pants and muffled moans. Violetta could feel every thick, throbbing inch of Roy's shaft splitting her open, reaching depths that had been untouched and aching for so long. Her inner muscles clenched and fluttered around him, trying desperately to hold him inside her.
Roy could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, could feel the telltale tightening of his balls as his climax approached. With a low, guttural groan, he suddenly pulled out of Violetta's tight, grasping heat. Before she could protest, before she could beg him to fill her, to claim her completely, Roy's cock erupted. Thick, hot ropes of his seed painted Violetta's naked body, streaking across her heaving breasts and taut stomach. Violetta gasped, her back arching off the bed as she felt the first warm splash of Roy's cum against her skin.
Violetta lay there, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat and the evidence of Roy's release. She turned her head to look at him, her violet eyes wide and hazy with post-coital bliss, even as a hint of annoyance flashed in their depths. "You were rather...harsh tonight," she managed to gasp out, her voice hoarse from her cries of ecstasy. "Almost as if you were trying to...mmm...to make up for lost time." Violetta's words ended on a moan as a particularly intense aftershock rippled through her, her inner muscles still fluttering around Roy's shaft.
Roy rolled onto his side, pulling Violetta into his arms and covering them both with the silken sheets. He tucked her curves against the hard planes of his body, his large hand splaying across her stomach, his fingers toying with the sticky trails of his own release painting her skin. "Forgive me, Your Grace," Roy murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "You drive me to the brink of madness, Violetta. To the point where I forget myself, forget everything but the feel of your body beneath mine, the sound of your voice crying out in pleasure." His hand slid higher, cupping the soft weight of Violetta's breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.
Violetta's eyes fluttered shut, a breathless moan escaping her as Roy's fingers teased her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. "You are...mmm...an evil, wicked man," she accused breathlessly, even as she arched into his touch, silently begging for more. "Taking me like that, where anyone could have heard...could have seen..." She shuddered, a fresh wave of arousal washing over her at the thought of being caught, of being seen in such a compromising position with Roy.
Roy shushed Violetta softly, his fingers coming up to brush a sweat-dampened strand of silver blonde hair from her face. "Hush now, my dear," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "You're exhausted, and with good reason." His eyes, dark and intense, searched her face, taking in the flush of her cheeks, the glazed look of satisfaction in her violet eyes. "We can talk more in the morning, after you've had a chance to rest."
Violetta let out a breathless, husky chuckle, even as her eyelids drooped with exhaustion. "Mmm, I could go on for another round," she purred, her voice a low, seductive murmur. "If you'd like." Despite her words, Violetta could feel the weight of the day, the intensity of their lovemaking, pulling at her limbs, demanding that she rest. "But I must admit...I am rather tired." She stifled a yawn, her fingers curling into Roy's chest as she snuggled closer to his warmth.
Roy's arm tightened around Violetta, tucking her head beneath his chin as he felt her begin to relax against him, her body growing heavy with sleep. "Sleep now, Violetta," he commanded softly, his breath ruffling her hair. "Dream of me, and all the wicked things I plan to do to you come morning." He pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head, a rare, gentle gesture amidst the storm of passion that had consumed them.
Violetta's lips curved into a small, satisfied smile at Roy's words. "Mmm...I always do," she murmured, her voice growing softer, more distant as she drifted off to sleep. "Dream of you..." Within moments, her breathing had evened out, her body growing slack and pliant in Roy's arms as exhaustion claimed her. Roy held her close, his own eyes growing heavy as he listened to the soft, even sound of Violetta's slumber. Despite the wicked promises he'd made, he found himself content to simply hold her, basking in the rare moment of intimacy and connection. As he drifted off to sleep, he whispered softly, "Goodnight, my dear Violetta. Until morning..."