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"An exchange is meant to benefit both parties, isn"t that so, my dear?"
Perhaps it was the muddled warmth of wine in your veins, the gentle purr of a term that was usually stripped of any endearment by your callous fiancé, the brilliant luster of the pair of aquamarine irises staring right into yours, or simply all--regardless, you were captivated.
This was the most powerful man in the world after all.
Though, status and strength was worthless to you at this point. You would happily leave that to the nobles mindlessly partying the night away in celebration of their vapid regality.
Rather, what mattered most to you was the fact that Count Louis--the Count Louis--was threading his fingers with yours, an action executed with such grace, such tenderness.
This was as he was vigorously fucking you within the privacy of one of the luxurious powder rooms just a few doors away from the main banquet hall, your body caged against one of the plush sofa seats while his broad physique loomed over you like that of a shadow.
As lush as you were with drink, you had a mind to try to be quiet, but this only drove the Count to elicit even more moans from your lips, his long fingers--bared from their usual gloved confines--drawing tight quick circles over your clit in tandem to the punishing cadency of his thick cock barreling into your core.
He liked the sound of your voice and he dared anyone to try and open the door.
Offering your hand a gentle squeeze, his thumb running over your ring finger, he continued, voice still set at a dulcetly low timber, "I am more than happy to take your hand in marriage before that fool can even think. But with that said--"
He immediately closed the gap between your face and his, lips mere millimeters apart.
The tempo of his thrusts quickened while his cock throbbed with imminent release.
There was a glint that flashed in his aquamarine eyes, matched by the grin on his lips that then proposed,
"I do expect for my wife to bear all the heirs I desire. You will do this for me, yes?"
So starved for sweet genuine affection, for more of the pleasure that he was spoiling you rotten with, you didn"t hesitate to demonstrate your answer by cupping his cheeks and kissing him.
His tongue slithered past the wicked smile on his lips to delve right into your mouth, savoring the pure and earnest yearning you so graciously offered, all while he happily slammed your drooling core full with his hot sticky seed.
You were captured.