"Are you going to let me take the lead? I'm starting to think your confidence is just a façade," Selyne said as she turned to face him, her nearly exposed breasts moving with the motion.
"I thought you'd like to suggest what you want, considering it's been so long since you've had something inside you."
"What makes you think it's really been that long? A man isn't always necessary for that."
"Hmm, so you admit you've been taking care of yourself all this time. Noted."
She rolled her eyes. Her hand moved toward his already noticeable bulge.
"Come on, show me you can actually live up to your promises."
He kept his indifferent gaze, not reacting to the teasing touch of her hand as it continued to linger over his covered erection.
Cassian slowly raised his hand along the side of her body, barely brushing her skin with his fingertips.
Selyne's gaze followed every movement suspiciously, her chest rising and falling from her restrained breathing. Just before he reached her breasts, he lifted his eyes and gave her a mocking look.
Selyne frowned, opening her mouth to throw back some kind of retort, but at that exact moment Cassian firmly pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on it.
"Ah..."
The moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.
The duchess wanted to believe with all her strength that she wasn't that sensitive there, that she could remain composed, but her body betrayed her: the nipple hardened instantly beneath his fingers.
Cassian smiled with that arrogance that drove her crazy, not letting go for even a second. He kept tormenting the poor nipple with his fingers, pinching it, twisting it, and pulling on it until it became red and swollen, clearly showing even through the thin fabric still covering it.
With his other hand, he took advantage of the moment to slide down the straps and roughly pull down what covered her breasts, leaving both of them completely exposed to the air.
Then he lowered his hand down Selyne's bare back, fully wrapping his arm around her waist.
With one smooth and powerful motion, he lifted her into the air.
She let out a muffled moan, wrapping her legs around his hips.
Cassian lowered his head and captured the neglected nipple with his mouth.
Licking and teasing it with his teeth while his other hand tormented the other nipple, pinching it at the same rhythm.
"Nngh..."
The duchess couldn't hold herself back; the warmth of a man and Cassian's teasing made it impossible for her to resist.
Her hand, still on his cock, moved down his pants, freeing him so she could touch him directly.
She brought her face closer to Cassian's ear and said:
"Fuck me already."
His face, still near her breasts, lifted, revealing a sly smile.
"Desperate."
He pulled away from her, looked at her for a moment, and began walking toward her room.
He threw her onto the bed and tore off his tight pants at the same time.
Selyne didn't wait either and removed the last piece of clothing remaining on her body, revealing herself completely exposed and needy.
"How long do you think I've gone without this? Sylvia never tried it and always mocked me whenever I told her about my needs. If you're really as good as she says... I guess I'll make her experience what it feels like to want something and not get it."
Cassian raised an eyebrow as he moved closer to her.
"And how exactly do you plan on doing that?"
One of Selyne's legs wrapped around him and pulled him closer.
"If you manage to satisfy me, I won't let you do the same to her," she whispered.
Cassian let out a low, deep laugh, clearly not taking her words seriously.
He grabbed her thigh firmly, pulling her open further, and rubbed the thick head of his member against her clit, slowly sliding it between her folds without entering her yet.
"Such a cute thing..." he murmured against her lips, biting her lower lip. "But we both know that after I fuck you, you're going to beg me to take you again... and again. Sylvia will have nothing to do with this, and neither will your dead husband."
Without giving her time to respond, Cassian pushed his hips forward and entered her in a single thrust, burying himself deep inside her.
Selyne arched her back with a loud moan as her inner walls tightened around him.
"Fuck..." she gasped, feeling him fill her completely.
Cassian remained still for a moment inside her, enjoying the warmth and the way she tightened around him, almost as if she were trying to pull him deeper.
He moved his hips in slow circles, brushing against her inner walls as he pulled back only a few inches before sinking into her again with force.
Selyne let out a muffled moan.
Cassian smiled mischievously, lowering his mouth to her ear as he began moving against her with deep, steady thrusts.
"Tell me the truth, Duchess..." he whispered, biting her earlobe. "That toy you used to pleasure yourself with... it wasn't very big, was it? Because you're not squeezing me like someone who's used to anything decent."
Selyne wanted to protest, but all she managed was a broken gasp when he pushed harder, reaching deep and hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside her.
"You're... a damn arrogant bastard..." she managed to say between moans, even though her legs tightened around his hips, betraying her.
Cassian let out a low, dark laugh, increasing the pace.
His movements became rougher, making Selyne's breasts bounce with each motion as he continued speaking.
"And yet, right now your mind is thanking me, isn't it? Thanking me for suggesting this, thanking me for realizing just how badly you needed it."
To emphasize his words, Cassian lifted one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder, opening her even further.
The new position allowed him to go deeper, moving against her with thrusts that made the wet sounds echo through the room.
"Ahng~!"
Cries of pleasure, similar to but far more intense than the ones she had made when tasting the pastries, kept escaping her.
Tears of pleasure rolled down her face.
"I missed this... I missed it so much..."
He let out a short laugh and decided to focus on her swollen nipples again, making sure the duchess' experience was complete.
But just as she was on the verge of reaching the release she so desperately wanted, a shout from the hallway sent a shock through her body:
"Mom! It's already late, why haven't you come down to eat yet?"
Valeria's voice, along with her footsteps, began approaching through the halls leading toward Selyne's room.
The duchess' eyes widened in surprise, and her hips, which had still been moving against him and seeking more, suddenly stopped.
"What's taking you so long?" Valeria asked, her hand on the door, about to open it and walk in to see her mother.
"Wait! I'll be right out, Valeria, don't worry," Selyne replied, holding back her moans and shooting angry looks at Cassian, who still refused to stop.
He leaned closer to her ear and whispered playfully:
"Why don't you tell her to come in? Maybe she wants what her mother has been craving so badly."
Selyne bit his shoulder in response, and he pushed at the same time, hitting the exact spot that made her unable to hold back a sound.
"Ngh..."
The sounds were barely suppressed.
The duchess' eyes remained fixed on the door, unsure whether Valeria had left.
"Stop. Don't pretend like you'd actually want her to find out."
But he couldn't answer, because she spoke again — this time much closer.
"MOM?!"