Page 109 of Historical Hotties
Dacia gasped at the stinging sensation, his manhood feeling enormous within the confines of her tight body. But rather than resist, she went with her primal instinct, which was to open her legs wider and moved her hips forward, trying to capture more of him. The action drove Cassius mad and he coiled his buttocks again and drove into her again and again, driving himself all the way to the hilt as Dacia held on to him tightly.
Already, he could feel her body clutching at him, demanding him.
It was too much for him to take.
Cassius began his slow and steady thrusts, listening to Dacia groan, feeling her young and nubile body rise to the challenge. She was deliciously tight and slick, her legs flung wide open to welcome him. He shifted himself so that he was on his knees, grasping her legs and holding them on either side of his body as he watched her in the weak light. Pale skinned, full-hipped and full-breasted, the sight of her fed his lust like nothing he had ever experienced.
In fact, he had lifted himself off her for a reason– he wanted to watch her as he made love to her, watching her breasts quiverevery time his body came into contact with hers. It was arousal beyond anything he had ever experienced. He looked down, watching his manhood as it entered her body, seeing the faint stain of blood from her breeched maidenhood. It was the sign of his possession, the evidence that she completely belonged to him now.
His thrusts increased. He could feel his release coming and he wanted her to join him, to experience the same pleasure that he was, so he released her right leg and reached down between their bodies, rubbing her swollen bud of pleasure as he continued to thrust. As highly aroused as Dacia was, Cassius’ expert fingers brought her to her first release quickly.
She started to gasp as he felt her tremors begin and he thrust hard, releasing himself within her. Still moving, still pulsing, he lowered himself onto her again, his mouth finding hers, kissing her deeply as she experienced her first release.
It was a deeply personal, and deeply moving, experience.
As their wedding feast continued long into the night, Cassius lay with his arms around his wife, in a room he had known since childhood, listening to the nightbirds call to one another as a gentle river flowed beneath the moonlight. He was home, where he wanted to be, with the spirits of his ancestors surrounding him. For certain, he drew strength from it just as Dacia drew strength from Doncaster. As she’d told Cassius, shewasDoncaster. Cassius might not have been Berwick or Questing, or any of the other de Wolfe land, but he was an integral part of the de Wolfe Pack. Their lives and loves were intertwined for eternity.
Their mark was all over the lands they loved and protected.
As Dacia slept peacefully in his arms, Cassius glanced down at her, catching sight of the gold chain around her neck. He smiled at the sight, knowing exactly why his grandmother had given it to them. It was a symbol of something that no man andno king could break, something forged by the gods that would keep them together until the end of time.
Like the circular chain, Dacia was his beginning and his end.
Somewhere outside the window, he thought he heard a wolf howl. With the full moon, it wasn’t surprising, but Cassius took it as a sign. As Jordan had said, the great Wolfe of the Border was still with them. Perhaps not in a form they expected, but he was there just the same. He was present in Cassius, and his father and brothers, and the rest of the de Wolfe males. And he would be present in the eleven children the Duke and Duchess of Doncaster would eventually have.
The House of de Wolfe-de Ryes would continue on into legend and for Cassius de Wolfe, he would make his own mark in life.
And so would his wife.
Through witch’s marks, mercenaries, wounds, wicked cousins, and accidental poisonings, they had survived and would continue to survive until the end of all things. And in the end, their legend would become one.
Just like the chain, for Cassius and Dacia, there was no beginning and no end.
Theirs was a love story for the ages.
*THE END*
