Lord Roy's hands roamed over Violetta's half-naked body with a fervor that bordered on desperation. Her gown hung off her shoulders, the silk slipping down to reveal the creamy skin of her breasts, the rosy peaks of her nipples hard and straining against the thin fabric. He could feel the heat of her skin, the way it flushed and tingled beneath his touch, her body responding to his caress with a hunger that matched his own.
Roy's shirt hung open, the buttons scattered across the floor, a testament to their heated passion. His chest was bare, the muscles of his abdomen rippling as he leaned over her, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss. Violetta's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, her nails raking over his scalp as she arched into his touch. He could feel the desk digging into his back, the hard oak a contrast to the softness of her body pressed against him.
The desk beneath them creaked and groaned, the polished wood slick with the sweat of their exertions. Quills and scrolls lay scattered across the floor, the once neat and organized workspace now a testament to their shared passion.
He broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down the slender column of her throat, his teeth grazing her pulse point, his tongue laving the reddening marks he left behind. Violetta gasped, her head falling back, her silver blonde hair spilling across the desk, the moonlight from the window casting a silver glow over her naked flesh.
Roy's hands slid down her sides, over the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. He gripped her thighs, lifting her up to perch on the edge of the desk, the remnants of her gown riding up to reveal the long, toned length of her legs. He could feel the heat of her core, the way it radiated against his straining arousal, even through the fabric of his breeches.
Violetta's hands fumbled with the laces of his breeches, her fingers trembling with a need that consumed her. She could feel the thick, hard length of him straining against the confines of his clothing, and she ached to free him, to feel him inside her, filling her, claiming her.
Roy's hands slid under her gown, pushing the fabric up and out of the way. His fingers found her slick folds, stroking over the sensitive flesh through the damp silk of her undergarment, feeling the way her body clenched and fluttered around his invading digits. Violetta gasped, her head falling further back, her hair spilling over her shoulders as a moan tore from her throat.
Lord Roy teased Violetta mercilessly, his fingers stroking and circling her slick, aching core through the damp silk of her undergarments. He could feel her body trembling, her hips rocking against his hand as she sought more of his touch. "So eager, Violetta," he murmured, his voice a low, rough rumble against her throat. "So desperate for my touch, for the feel of my cock inside you." His teeth grazed her earlobe, giving it a sharp nip before soothing the sting with his tongue.
Violetta whimpered, her fingers clawing at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to pull him closer. "Ahh, Roy," she gasped, her voice high and breathy with need. "I need...I need..." She couldn't even finish the sentence, too lost in the haze of desire that consumed her.
Roy chuckled darkly, his fingers suddenly stilling, denying her the friction she craved. Violetta let out a sound of frustration, her violet eyes flashing open to glare at him. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice sharp and impatient. "Don't you dare stop now."
Lord Roy's lips curved into a wicked, teasing smile. "Patience, my Duchess," he said, his voice low and filled with a dark promise. "I intend to give you everything you need...and so much more." With that, he slowly peeled her soaked undergarments down her legs, the flimsy silk catching on her heels before he tugged them off completely, leaving her bare and exposed to his heated gaze.
Violetta's chest heaved, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath she took. Roy's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, his gaze raking over every inch of her naked flesh. "Exquisite," he murmured, his large hands cupping the globes of her ass, kneading the firm, supple skin. "A work of art, crafted by the gods themselves."
Violetta's eyes flashed with impatience, a fierce blush coloring her cheeks. "Oh, spare me the pretty words, Roy," she snapped, her voice sharp and demanding. "You say the same thing every time, and yet here we are, with you teasing me mercilessly and refusing to give me what I want." She grabbed his wrist, her slender fingers wrapping around it tightly as she tried to force his hand back between her thighs. "So, I suggest you get to work and fuck me properly, my lord."
Lord Roy's eyes darkened at her crude words, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "As my Duchess commands," he said, his voice low and rough with desire. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pulled her to the edge of the desk. Violetta gasped, her back arching off the polished wood as he positioned himself at her entrance.
She could feel the thick, hard length of him pressing against her slick folds, the heat of his arousal searing her skin. Violetta's hands scrabbled for purchase on the desk, her fingers curling around the edge as she braced herself for what was to come. "Then stop talking and fuck me already," she demanded, her voice high and breathy with anticipation.
Lord Roy needed no further encouragement. With a single, powerful thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside her to the hilt, a low groan tearing from his throat at the feel of her tight, wet heat enveloping him. Violetta cried out, her head falling back, her silver blonde hair fanning out around her like a halo as he filled her completely.
He set a hard, fast pace, his hips slapping against hers with each forceful thrust. The desk creaked and groaned beneath them, the wood slick with the sweat of their exertions. Violetta's breasts bounced with each thrust, the rosy peaks of her nipples straining and aching for his touch.
Lord Roy's hips pistoned in a relentless rhythm, driving into Violetta with a force that shook the very desk beneath them. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and wanton moans. Violetta's nails raked down the desk, leaving scratches in their wake as she clung to it, her body arching to meet his every thrust.
"Ahh, ahh!" Violetta cried out, her head thrashing from side to side as the pleasure became almost too intense to bear. "Harder, Roy!" she demanded, her voice high and desperate. "Fuck me harder!"
Roy complied with a low, feral growl, one hand fisting in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. He angled his hips, hitting that secret spot deep inside her with each thrust, determined to make her scream his name. Violetta's back arched off the desk, her breasts thrusting towards the ceiling as a scream of ecstasy tore from her throat. "Yes, ohh yes! Just like that!" she cried, her inner walls clamping down around his pistoning cock like a vice.
Sweat dripped down Roy's chest, his muscles flexing and rippling as he rutted into Violetta with a single-minded intensity. He could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she climbed towards her peak. "That's it, Violetta," he panted, his voice rough and low. "Come for me. Let me feel you come undone around my cock." He then hooked her legs higher up his shoulders, nearly bending her in half as he loomed over her, his hips slamming into hers with a force that rattled the desk and sent papers scattering to the floor.
Violetta's hands scrabbled for purchase on the desk, her fingers curling around the edge as her body began to convulse. "Ahh, yes! Roy!" she screamed, her head thrashing from side to side as her orgasm crashed over her. Her sex clenched and fluttered around him, the rhythmic squeezing of her walls milking his cock for all he was worth.
But Roy didn't let up, didn't give her a moment to catch her breath. He fucked her through her climax, the sensation of her pulsing sex driving him to new heights of lust and arousal. He could feel his own release building, his balls tightening as the pressure mounted, but he fought it back, determined to bring Violetta to the pinnacle of ecstasy again and again before allowing himself to find his own completion.
Violetta's gown had long since slipped off her shoulders, the silk bunched around her waist as Roy pounded into her. Her hair was a wild tangle of silver blonde curls, sweat-dampened and clinging to her face and neck. Her violet eyes were glazed with pleasure, her full lips parted in a silent scream of rapture as Roy fucked her with a single-minded intensity that left her breathless and aching for more.
Violetta's body convulsed violently beneath Roy, her back arching off the desk as a second, even more intense orgasm ripped through her. "AHHH, ROY! ROY!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls, her sex clamping down around his pistoning cock like a silken vice. Her nails raked down on the desk, leaving welts in their wake, her hips bucking and jerking with the force of her release.
Roy could feel Violetta's sex pulsing and fluttering around his shaft, her juices gushing out to soak his cock and drip down onto the desk below. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and he knew he couldn't hold back his own release for much longer, but still he showed no signs of slowing down. His breath came in harsh pants, his sweat-slicked skin glistening in the moonlight as he loomed over her, his dark eyes blazing with a feral hunger. Violetta could feel his cock throbbing inside her, growing even harder and bigger as his own release approached. "Violetta," he grunted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I'm close. I'm going to..."
Violetta could barely think, barely breathe, lost in the haze of her own pleasure. She tried to form the words, to ask him not to come inside her, but all that came out was a garbled mess of moans and cries. "Mmm...ahh...nngh..." She shook her head frantically, her silver blonde hair whipping around her face as she looked up at him with wild, desperate eyes.
Roy's jaw clenched, a bead of sweat dripping down his chiseled chin as he fought to hold back his impending climax. He could feel Violetta's sex fluttering around him, still sensitive and overstimulated from her recent orgasm. With a low, guttural groan, he suddenly pulled out of her, his cock slick with their combined juices.
Violetta whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her body clenching around the void left by his absence. But then Roy's cock erupted, thick ropes of hot, sticky seed erupting from the engorged head. Pearly streams of cum painted Violetta's quivering stomach and heaving breasts, the creamy liquid dripping down her skin to pool in her navel. Some of Roy's release also splattered onto the silk of her gown, the once pristine emerald green fabric now marred by the evidence of their passionate coupling.