Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Whatever pain he must have been feeling and whatever doubt I had been having was out the window. All that mattered right now was the both of us. Me, laying naked and glowing amid the bed sheets. He, looming above me and drowning me in the swirls of his warm deep brown eyes.

"Cass, are you sure you want this?" Roberto paused and asked.

"I wouldn't have taken my dress off myself if I didn't". I looked from his eyes to his lips and back to the eyes and the lips. I bit my lips seductively, not breaking eye contact with him.

"Oh damn it". And he slammed his lips on mine.

The warmth of his lips on mine sent all my senses flying. And slowly, his lips moved against mine. It felt like heaven and earth had collided, time had stopped and everything else had transcended into nothing. It was just Roberto and I, wrapped in our cocoon of love and passion.

Love. Did I just say love? No! I couldn't love him. Not yet. I wasn't his Cassandra. I was Clara and it was Cassandra he loved, not me.

Thankfully, before he could even feel the slight drop in my excitement, his lips had left mine and traveled down to my neck. He sucked on it and a soft moan escaped my lips. My hands went to the back of his head as I rubbed the base of his hair, encouraging him to go on.

When his lips met the hollow of my neck, my sweet spot, I stilled. The spot.....where he was to....mark me.

His canines elongated and slowly, he traced it along my clavicle bone.

"Roberto". I whispered slowly.

"I know". He looked at me, his deep brown eyes had been replaced with vibrant burnt orange ones. He closed it and when he opened it, it had returned to its normal deep brown.

"I promise I'll take it slow. I won't mark you yet. I might as well not have sex with you now if you've changed your mind and lost all readiness". He whispered, staring into my eyes.

I thought of it, hard. I was damn sure I wasn't ready to be marked yet by him. Not if he still thought I was my sister. I wanted him to mark me, as Clara, and not Cassandra. But sex......I stared at his already erected boner, popping and protruding from his towel. I'll damn have it be I, Cassandra, or Clara.

I guess he took my long silence for a no and slowly, he stood up but I was quick to push myself up and slam my lips on his. He was shocked at first so he stilled and then in a split of seconds, what was a dull emotionless kiss was replaced with a slow romantic one.

"I want you inside of me Roberto". It felt like the most sultry sentence I've ever made and it was cringy.

"Your wish is my command, Your Majesty". I gave off a light chuckle and he smiled. A genuine smile and leaned to place a peck on my lips.

"You're very beautiful Cassandra".

At the sound of "Cassandra ", my heart sank but I tried to cover it up with a smile.

"That's a false smile Wifey. Why does your mood seem to change whenever I call you by your name? Or should I call you Aria? My melody?"

" Anything is fine by me". I replied, trying to catch my breath.

The sight of him just towering above me, his mass of flowing dark hair, tied into a man bun and yearning for my touch, was enough to make me lose my breath.

He noticed me staring and smirked, standing up on his knees, he loosened the towel wrapped around his waist and flung it to the side. His dick sprung out and I gasped.

"Roberto". I whispered.

"Your Majesty. Are you impressed with what you're seeing?" He was displaying pride. Was this his getback for the archery incident?

"Mmmm. I guess". I tried to sound unconvinced. He chuckled softly.

"Guess you say, Your Majesty?" He smirked and leaned in. Looking down at my cunt, he pressed his dick on it. I gasped.

"Roberto". A strangled moan escaped my lips when he tapped my pussy softly with his cock.

"Your Majesty. Are you still guessing whether or not you're impressed?" The smirk didn't leave his face.

And slowly, he pushed into me, tip first. Slowly and gracefully, he slid in and just immediately, he pulled out. I grunted in disapproval and he laughed again.

"Roberto please". I pleaded as he kept teasing me in and out.

"Please what?" That satisfied smirk was etched across his face.

"Please".

"I can't hear you. What do you want?"

"Roberto don't act like you don't know please".

" Well, since you have no idea what you want me to do, I'll be on my way".He made to stand up.

What's wrong with this ego-filled Prince of the werewolf Kingdom? I grabbed onto his hands.

"Roberto".

"Your Majesty". He acted innocent.

"Please. I need you". I shamelessly said.

" You need me to do what?" Why was he acting so innocent as though he had no idea? What was this? A joke?

In my normal senses, I would have given up and stood up but my body and my mouth were betraying my senses right now, was betraying me.

"I need you buried deep inside me". I finally confessed.

I grabbed him by the base of his neck and pulled him close to me. Our lips molded in perfect sync, full of passion, love, and purpose.

He grabbed me by the waist, lifting me to meet him. It was full of need and urgency, no time for more foreplay. It was business.

He thrust into me and I let out a yelp out of surprise at the spontaneity of his actions.

"Damn! You're tight!" His voice was husky and his eyes were a mixture of brown and burnt orange. I gasped.

"My wolf and I have equal control". His voice was deeper and I nodded.

I moaned when his lips found my neck again and he sucked, right at my pulse. He thrust into me, deep, deeper, hitting right at the spot.

We went through a series of orgasms and then he released and collapsed on me.

After stilling my breath, I realized he had cum inside me and we didn't use a condom.

Shit!