//CLARA//
Casimir’s mouth were instantly on mine and the world fell away.
The kiss deepened, swallowed the air from my lungs, and when I opened my eyes again, we were no longer standing by the door. He had walked backward without my noticing, his hands firm on my waist, his mouth never leaving mine.
The Bird of the Sea cut through the dark water with grace. Inside the master suite, the mahogany walls groaned softly, and the scent of expensive tobacco and salt air hung heavy in the dim light.
I was still in my wedding finery, though the veil had long since been discarded.
His hand lifted, fingers curling around the back of my neck. His tongue forced its way past my lips, tasting of the whiskey he’d drunk at the reception.
I moaned into him, my hands flying to his chest as he walked backward until my spine hit the wall. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, but he didn’t let recover. His teeth grazed my lower lip, biting just hard enough to sting, before soothing the ache with a slow, wet stroke of his tongue.
"Do you know what this dress did to the first ti I saw it?" He muttered the words against my mouth, his hand sliding down to grip my hip, fingers digging into the flesh above my garter.
"I couldn’t sleep. Just imagining this mont. Tearing it off you."
I arched into him, my nails scraping over the hard planes of his chest. "Then what’s stopping you from destroying it?"
His chuckle was dark, triumphant. "Patience, little bird."
A fresh wave of heat pooling between my thighs.
His hand left my neck, trailing down to the laces of my corset. He didn’t rush. He tugged them loose one by one, his knuckles brushing the swell of my breasts with every movent. The fabric gave way inch by inch, until the corset sagged open, my breasts spilling free.
Casimir’s breath hitched. His fingers stilled. For a mont, he just looked at , his gaze ravenous, like a man who had been starving for years and had finally been given a feast. Then his palm cupped my left breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple until it hardened into a tight, aching peak.
"Beautiful," he whispered, more to himself than to .
Then his mouth was on my skin, his tongue swirling around my nipple before he sucked it deep. I gasped, my head falling back against the wall as pleasure lanced through . His teeth closed around the sensitive flesh, biting just enough to make whimper, before he soothed the sting with another slow, deliberate lick.
"Cas—" His na broke on a moan as his hand slid down, gathering the skirts of my dress and petticoats and tore them.
The sound of ripping silk was sharp, violent, and absolutely glorious. Pearls, dozens of them, hundreds, the ones Bartholow had bragged about, the ones sewn into the bodice by trembling seamstresses under Aunt Cornelia’s watchful eye exploded across the cabin. They bounced off the walls, skittered across the floor, rolled into the shadows like tiny, fleeing witnesses.
I gasped. Not from shock. From the sheer, devastating rightness of it.
The dress was ruined. Irreparable. A carcass of silk and shattered dreams pooling around my feet.
And I didn’t care.
The cool air hit my bare thighs, but it was his calloused fingers trailing up the inside of my leg that stole my breath. Higher. Higher. Until they found the damp heat between my thighs.
"Fuck," he groaned against my breast, his voice vibrating through . "You’re soaked."
I couldn’t answer. His fingers parted my folds, two of them sliding inside with no resistance. My body clenched around him, my hips jerking forward, desperate for more.
He crooked his fingers, pressing against that spot inside that made my vision blur, and I cried out, my nails raking down his back.
"That’s it," he murmured, his lips moving to my other breast, tongue flicking over my nipple before he sucked hard. "I love hearing you like this. Needy. Desperate. Mine."
His fingers pumped in and out of , slow at first, then faster, his thumb circling my clit in tight, relentless strokes. My breath ca in ragged gasps, my body tightening, coiling—
"Casimir, please—"
"Patience, love. Patience."
His teeth grazed my collarbone, his free hand tangling in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to force to look at him. His eyes were black with lust, his lips wet from my skin.
"I want you inside ," I gasped, my hips rolling against his hand. "Now."
A growl rumbled in his chest. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. His tongue flicked out, tasting , his groan sending another spike of desire through .
"You taste like heaven and hell combined."
Then he was on his knees.
His hands gripped my thighs, his thumbs spreading open as his mouth descended. The first lick of his tongue against my clit made my knees buckle. He held up, his arms banded around my thighs as he feasted on , his tongue swirling, flicking, pressing inside before returning to my clit, over and over, until I was trembling, my fingers tangled in his hair, my moans filling the cabin.
"Casimir—fuck—"
His chuckle vibrated against . "Louder."
I ca with a cry, my body convulsing, my thighs clamping around his head. He didn’t stop. He licked through it, his tongue slow and thorough, drawing out every last shudder until I was boneless, my breath coming in ragged pants.
Only then did he rise. His eyes burned into mine as he unbuckled his belt, the sound of the leather sliding free impossibly loud in the quiet cabin. My gaze dropped to his cock as he freed it. I reached for him, but he caught my wrist, pressing it against the wall beside my head.
"Not yet." He stepped closer, the head of his cock brushing against my entrance. "First, you’re going to take just like this. Against the wall. With your legs wrapped around and your nails in my back."
I didn’t argue. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted , my skirts a tangled ss around us. He guided himself to my entrance, the head of his cock pressing against , stretching open. I whimpered, my body still sensitive from my orgasm, but he didn’t stop.
He pushed inside, inch by inch, his jaw clenched, his breath coming in sharp bursts.
"Fuck, you’re tight," he groaned, his forehead pressing to mine. "Even after all this ti."
I could only moan in response, my body adjusting to him, the stretch burning in the best way. When he was fully seated, he stilled, his hands gripping my ass, holding against him.
"Look at ," he ordered.
I forced my eyes open. His gaze was dark, intense, his pupils blown with lust. Then he moved.
The first thrust was slow, deep, his cock dragging against every sensitive inch of . I cried out, my head falling back, but his hand tangled in my hair, forcing to keep my eyes on him.
"Again," I gasped.
He obliged.
This ti, there was nothing slow about it. He fucked hard, his hips snapping against mine, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the cabin. The wall at my back kept steady as he pounded into , each thrust sending higher, my body coiling tight again.
"Yes—right there—"
I clawed at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. He growled, his lips crashing into mine, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his cock. I could taste myself on him, the musk of my arousal mixing with the whiskey on his breath.
"Co for again," he demanded against my lips, his hand sliding between us, his thumb finding my clit. "Now, Clara."
The command sent over the edge. My orgasm crashed over , my body clamping down around him, my cry swallowed by his mouth. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, his cock swelling inside before he buried himself deep with a guttural curse, his release spilling into in thick pulses.
For a long mont, neither of us moved. Our breath ca in ragged sync, our bodies slick with sweat. Then Casimir pulled back just enough to press a kiss to my forehead, his cock still buried inside .
"Not bad for a wedding night," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction.
I let out a shaky laugh, my arms tightening around his neck.
"Only you would call that not bad."
His smile was slow, dangerous.
"Oh, little bird," he purred, his hips rolling experintally, making gasp as his semi-hard cock twitched inside . "We’re just getting started."
He carried to the bed after that, my dress a ruined pool of silk around my ankles as he laid down on the rumpled sheets. Casimir lood over , his cock already hardening again.
"On your hands and knees," he ordered in a dark velvet command.
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