I lowered my body down, over and over again. I could feel his cock pulsate inside of me. The sensual surroundings of our room and the unfiltered passion coming from both of us added to the buildup. I could feel myself reaching another orgasm. I ground my hips against him, feeling feverish in my attempts to have him as deep as he could go. My juices were running down his shaft, and with each clash of our bodies, the sound of our skin colliding echoed through the large, dark room.
I looked down at him, biting my lip and scanning his huge biceps as he watched me intently. His eyes were almost as dark as the night. I put my palms down on his chest and pushed down, feeling his skin massage my clit. As I pushed in deep, that orgasm I had held at bay exploded, sending pleasure through my entire body. I threw my head back and arched my back, screaming loudly. I felt him grab my hips and pound his dick into me, over and over, heightening the orgasm.
My body shook and twitched from the intense arousal, and I fell to the side, letting him pull me close against him and enter in from behind. He reached over and lifted my leg, wrapping it back around his legs as he spooned me, thrusting slowly through my intense wetness. He groaned loudly in my ear as his cock plunged into the warm river below.
Before I could even uncloud my mind from the most recent round of orgasms, I felt that familiar warmth in my stomach. Breathing heavily, I rested my head on the pillow and concentrated on feeling every inch of his shaft as it moved in and out. His smooth hand rubbed across my hip and stopped on my hand. He pushed my arm down and placed my fingers on my sobbing wet clit, but I moved back and grabbed the base of his cock, feeling it slide through my hands as he pulled it out and plunged it back into me. He growled at the extra sensation, and I immediately pulled my fingers up and began rubbing fast and hard against my clit. I wanted another orgasm, and I wanted it bad.
As soon as he felt my hand tighten and my fingers move savagely over my nub, he too began to feel the need to increase his movements. What began as a sensual turning and twisting of bodies quickly became a race to orgasm. His hands clamped down on my hips as he thrust, and I could feel his teeth pressed gently into my shoulder.
“I want to feel you come,” I screamed out. “I want it so bad.”
“Yeah, Adriana, come with me, baby,” he growled loudly.
I bit my lip as we moved and pushed our bodies further than I had ever experienced. His cock reached its hardest position and began to pulsate. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I screamed out, grabbing the sheets and thrusting my ass backward.
I let the orgasm wash over me, and I could hear him groan loudly and press one last time, hard and deep, before releasing. His body tensed behind me, and his hands dug into my hips. We sat perched at the height of ecstasy for several moments, before crashing into each other, a pile of lust in the center of his huge, soft bed. All I could think was, wow.
He curled his body around mine and pulled the covers over top of us. I could no longer pretend to be awake and full of energy. I slipped into a deep sleep, feeling the comfort of my new husband’s arms wrapped around me. Although I was always aware that this marriage was a sham, at that moment, there was a part of me that let it feel real, even if it was just for a moment.
Several hours later, when my eyes opened and adjusted, I realized that was exactly what it was, just a moment. I reached along the soft sheets but found that Milos was gone. I was alone in his unfamiliar chambers.
I laid there for several moments, staring at the shadows dancing across the walls from the fireplace. There was an uncomfortable unfamiliarity about my surroundings. So I pulled myself from the bed and grabbed a robe from the side table. I wrapped the soft, warm cloth around my body and tied the straps tightly around my waist before slipping from the room and out into his sitting area.
The castle was cold at night, and I blushed as I opened the main doors, finding my servants waiting outside in the hall. They said nothing, just bowed deeply to me and walked quietly in front, showing me back to my wing of the palace. It was uncomfortable knowing they had seen Milos leave his bride on their wedding night, but it was even more uncomfortable that I knew deep down it was all a game.
“Would you retrieve my things from the Prince’s chambers?” I asked.
The head servant smiled kindly and bowed her head, still silent in the night. I nodded and walked through my sitting area and directly back to my room. I grabbed a towel and almost rushed to the shower. The main bathroom was luxurious, with smooth marble countertops, ornately designed tile floors, and gold fixtures. The shower was a large open area, and I stepped underneath the waterfall of hot water, breathing in the steam.
I washed my hair and my body, taking an unusual amount of time to scrub the layers of makeup from my face. As if washing was just another distraction from my mind, I continued until my skin was red and warm to the touch. The luffa fell from my hands, onto the tiled soapy floor. The water continued to cascade over me, and an empty feeling filled my chest. It was as if all the magic of the day was over and had completely left the room, leaving an uneasy reality in its place.
That reality infiltrated everything for the next couple of weeks. I did my best to stay out of the way, out of the Queen’s chambers, and out of my own lonely mind. Milos was gone, nowhere to be seen. I knew he had traveled somewhere, since his plane was no longer in the hangar.
The servants were kind, but I found no comfort in their words or actions. I was shown the stables, where I was given my own horse. That kept me going during that long period of silence. I would take my horse, Nelly, out into the countryside, riding for hours, not paying any attention to the time of day. At first, it was hard to get used to the constant following of the guards, but after a while, I didn’t even notice them. Instead, I filled my time with the Silesia countryside and taking walks through the town. I found the people of the country warm and inviting.
Two weeks had passed since our wedding day, and I still had not heard from the Prince at all. I checked the papers to see if the media had followed, but I found nothing there, either. The Queen was gone, tending to the business of the Kingdom, and I was left alone to my own devices, something I didn’t mind much.
During the day, I had taken Nelly out for a ride, but the dark storm that moved over us in the afternoon forced me back to the castle. I laid in my bed that night, listening to the rain through my bedroom windows, unable to find sleep. Finally, I decided a warm glass
of milk was what I needed to help me fall into a dream world. I dressed and decided to get it myself. A walk through the castle to clear my head would give me something to think about, other than Milos and this whole ridiculous debacle I had gotten myself into.
As I rounded the corner into the main area of the castle, I looked up to find Milos staggering through the hall. He was obviously drunk and couldn’t seem to find his way to his own wing of the house. I shook my head and sighed as I approached him, putting my hand under his arm and supporting some of his wobbly weight. He smelled like whiskey and cheap perfume, and a strange tinge of jealousy pierced my chest. We said nothing to each other as he stumbled toward his chambers. The guards opened the doors and shut them behind us.
“You are so sweet,” he slurred.
He grabbed my arm before I could turn and leave. I felt anger rise in my throat, and I slapped his hand away, feeling nothing toward his advances.
“How dare you,” I said. I choked back angry tears, wanting to appear strong. “You’ve ignored me for weeks, and now you think you can stumble into the castle and have whatever you want?”
“What did you expect?” He pulled back, an irritated look on his face. “You do remember this is a fake marriage, right? You signed the contract, and there was nothing in there that said I had to spend time with you.”
“Why did you seduce me that first night, then, if you didn’t feel anything toward me?”
His actions were astounding, and I was completely taken back by his rough self-absorbed demeanor.
“It was all part of the plan, my dear,” he said drunkenly. “I knew you were too dewy-eyed to resist my charm. I wanted to drive the nail in and fuck you, so you would have no qualms about saying yes to my proposal. Besides, if I was going to be stuck with you for an entire year, I wanted to try you out first.”
Those words wounded me like a knife. Even though I knew it was a sham all along, I didn’t realize that Milos was such a cold-hearted asshole. Tears burned at my eyes. I reached back and slapped him hard across the face. He reached up, put his hand to his cheek, and peered at me angrily.