Page 108 of Historical Hotties
“What?”
“Evidently, Amata’s father pledged Amata to the same nunnery where her sister is serving,” he said. “She’s going to spend the rest of her life away from men, parties, and gossip.”
Cassius grunted. “She can still talk,” he said. “Where there are women, there is gossip.”
“It’s a silent order, Cass.”
Cassius laughed softly at the fate of Amata de Branton as he removed his fine tunic, leaving his chest bare. Sitting on the bed, the boots were next followed by the breeches, made of the finest leather. It was then that he noticed two dog paws underneath the bed, reaching underneath to pet Argos, who was never far away from him or Dacia these days.
The old dog was part of their family.
Nude, Cassius sat back on the bed, throwing the coverlet over his hips, as he watched his wife slither out of her wedding dress. The pretty pink dress went up on a peg in the wardrobe. Stripped down to everything but the shift, she finally turned and faced her husband.
He smiled at her.
“Well?” he said. “Shall we spend our first few moments together as man and wife?”
She came over to the bed. “I’d like to before that mob returns and demands blood.”
Cassius laughed softly. “My mother’s father did that when Markus married but, alas, his wife was a widow and already had four children,” he said. “But you… unless you have something to confess to me, I will go on the assumption that you are not a widow.”
She giggled. “Fortunately, I am not.”
“Good,” he said, his smile fading. “Come to me, angel. Do not make me wait.”
She didn’t. Swinging his big legs over the side of the bed, he pulled her shift over her head, tossing it onto the pile of his own clothing. Grasping her by her slender waist, he flipped her onto her back.
They were nude now, facing one another in the dim light. The moon was rising, casting a silvery glow in through the partially covered windows. Dacia was looking up at him, studying him, and Cassius could see that her focus was on his chest, his waist, and finally his manhood, which was already aroused. He was quite well endowed. She simply lay there, looking at him, before finally lifting her gaze to his face.
Cassius met her eyes, a warm glimmer in his own. “Please,” he said. “Look all you wish. I will not stop you.”
She smiled faintly. “I like the look of you.”
“Good. Any questions?”
“No questions. Let me feel you now, my husband.”
Her words set him on fire. He settled down on top of her, wedging his big body in between her legs. Dacia was more curious than she was apprehensive, although the feel of his weight on her body made it all seem so very intimate and close. It was the moment they would fully commit to one another, as man and wife, and she couldn’t remember when she hadn’t loved him. As the ring on her finger said, she belonged toCassius. He kissed her tenderly on her freckled cheek.
“Do not be afraid,” he said. “You will like this, I promise.”
Dacia lifted her hands to his face. “Show me.”
He did.
Cassius slanted his mouth over hers, pulling her close with one arm while the other hand began to roam. Her skin was like silk, warm and beautiful, and he touched her shoulder, her arm, dragging his hand over her belly. Her breasts were full and beautiful, and he enclosed one in a big, callused hand, caressing gently, feeling the nipple harden against his palm. All the while, he rubbed her thigh with his erection, moving it ever closer to the intended target.
His mouth moved away from hers, down her neck, to capture a nipple. He suckled on it and Dacia quivered with delight. This was not any man; it was Cassius, her husband, the only man she had ever loved, and this moment was particularly poignant for her. It seemed as if it had been so hard-fought to reach it. Her hands were on his shoulders, in his hair, memorizing the feel and the smell of him.
She wanted all of him.
More than that, she wanted a piece of him.
His son.
Dacia had discovered something about herself during the few months of their betrothal. She secretly yearned for a child, a son in the image of his mighty father, because she’d spent most ofher life without siblings or parents, with only her grandfather as immediate family, and it had been a lonely way to live. Coming to know the enormous de Wolfe family had made her realize that. She knew she wanted as many children from Cassius as he could give her. She wanted the man to fill her with his seed and give her his son.
The erection against her thigh moved higher and now the tip of his phallus was against the dark fluff of curls. Dacia could feel it. Instinctively, she opened her legs wide to him, feeling his manhood rub against her, feeling terrible large. She had visions of him not being able to fit inside of her. Cassius tightened his embrace around her, his mouth on her ear, and suddenly coiled his buttocks. He thrust hard.
