Page 92 of Tragic Empire
Normally I’d like my hair down, to feel it all over my skin, but I’ve tucked it up into a ponytail instead. I don’t want it hiding any part of me from Cassio. As it is, I’m going to need to move some fabric out of the way to show him a couple of the tattoos.
Bron’s bedroom door creaks open, and I hold my breath, spinning around to watch. Cassio has shed his jacket before coming upstairs, apparently, and he’s right in the middle of rolling up his sleeves. He’s too occupied with the task to notice me right away, but I don’t mind. I soak up the view of his fingers flexing and working around his thick, veiny forearms, licking my lips as the show goes on.
“Dio onnipotente,” Cassio breathes, catching sight of me.
“Is that good?” I ask, taking a few steps forward to lay a hand on his chest. “You know I don’t speak Italian, though I love the way it sounds when you do, Husband.”
“It meansGod Almighty,” he explains, the words hot on his tongue. “And it’s definitely good,Wife. You look edible.”
His eyes roam over me, freezing as he gets a closer look at the hand holding his heart.
“Is that what I think it is?” His voice is like gravel, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Keep looking,” I purr, turning my head to the side.
Rough fingers catch my jaw, pulling my face closer to examine what he’s found behind my ear. Cassio breathes hard, body going taut while he takes in the sight. But I’m not done helping him explore more of what I have to show him. I lift and shift my lingerie around, maneuvering my body multiple times before I’ve given him a peak at every tattoo.
Every brand of his name etched into my skin forever.
One behind my right ear, the next under my left breast, then the right side of my hip—just above where my knickers sit. Next, the top of my left thigh, and then the inside of my right wrist. On the side of my left ring finger, and finally along my ankle on the right. They crisscross down my body, wrapping me in a path of Cassio.
“Are you scared of me yet?” I ask, peering up into his searing gaze. “Do you still love me like this?”
“Ana…” His face moves to hover just above mine. “There are no words. You marked yourself all over this gorgeous body just for me?”
“Seven times.” I sigh. “Do you like it?”
“I fucking love it. But why… how did you decide to do this?”
Biting my lip, I let my fingers dance along the buttons of his shirt. “The number seven sounds like the word “even” in Mandarin, you know? It’s meant to be good for relationships. I don’t speak the language as well as my mother did, I wouldn’t even consider myself half-fluent. But she believed in this sort of thing, and I believe in you—inus.”
“Can I fuck you without hurting them?” He asks the question like a demand, desire dripping from every word.
“I have something else in mind,” I rasp, grabbing him by the back of the neck and forcing our lips together.
Our tongues tangle and our bodies mold against each other. Moaning at his taste and the incredible pressure of his mouth, I drop my hands and get to work. Fumbling with his belt, I’m undeniably eager to rid him of the leather. Cassio breaks our fevered kiss with a groan, pressing his forehead against mine.
“What are you doing to me, Wife?”
“Worshipping you,” I whisper, brushing my lips over his lips… his chin… and down his neck. I continue to trail soft kisses down his bare chest and fall to my knees to lavish his toned stomach. The wood floor is cold against my skin, sending a chill up the back of my legs, radiating all the way to the hot nape of my neck. I resist a shiver and peer up at Cassio through hooded eyes, fluttering my lashes at his gorgeous face.
“You are a fucking dream, Ana,” he husks, watching me with his blistering gaze.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this for so long,” I admit in a seductive purr, pulling on the band of his boxers and trousers. The tailored fabric slips down to the ground, pooling around his ankles and releasing his thick cock in the process. Every time I lay my eyes on this part of him, I’m stunned by the sheer size of it.
I don’t waste a second, caressing his warm cock greedily. My fingers struggle to surround his girth, he’s velvet soft to the touch but impossibly stiff at the same time.
“You’ve been such a good husband, Cassio,” I say, my breath teasing the underside of his shaft. “I think you earned this, don’t you? Will you take my mouth? Will you fuck it?”
Before he can answer, I punctuate my question by pressing a wet kiss to the crown of his throbbing dick. Precum smears against my soft skin, and my lips warm just by touching him. The heat is like a siren call, pulling me in to repeat the action.
“Fuuuck, Ana,” he growls, reaching out to twist my hair around his hand and wrap the gathered bundle into a tight fist. “You want to reward me for being good to you, is that it? You think I need your mouth around my cock to honor me? It’s an honor just breathing the same fucking air as you,forza.”
The most sensitive bit between my legs throbs, and my stomach flips, hearing the conviction in his tone. I didn’t think it was possible to want him even more than I already do, but here I am, panting for it.
“I think…” I tease the words slowly, tilting my head up at him. “I think that you’ve tasted me more than once. And now… it’s my turn.”
Having said my piece, I part my lips, opening wide to accommodate his size. His cock twitches as I close my mouth around it, stroking the underside tentatively with my tongue. Holding him in place by the base of his length, I push forward, greedy for more.
