..Samantha" What do you want? Rexhard's voice raspy and filled with need.
He pressed against her as she lay on the table her legs around his body, while Rexhard peppered her body with kisses.
He bit on her nipples, sucked on them, pinched them, and fondled them, their moans filled the room, gasping, gyrating on each other as if savouring the torture of being so close to release and yet so far.
Finally, Samantha gave up.
Her constitution had been stimulated so much, as she suffers from body over sensitivity.
Biting Rexhard's shoulders she pressed her fingers against his back clenching her thighs against his erection
"Fuck me Rexhard! Fuck me so hard! She didn't let off, rubbing her dripping wet pussy against his massive dick.
Rexhard couldn't bear to resist anymore, wanting nothing more than plunging his erect cock against her virgin hole. One that would only cum for him and him only.
The room was ablaze with lust as Rexhard reached back down to her pussy and taking a huge suck of that glistening bud to finally slam his cock in that hole.
Suddenly the door slammed against its frame with a deafening bang, echoing like a gunshot through the room sending a silver of shock through the bodies of Samantha and Rexhard for a moment.
The harsh fist pounded the door, boom, boom, boom, each knock heavier than the last, the door groaning under the weight.
Rexhard and Samantha separated immediately, the rush of lust melting in a rush, although not panicking at the moment but anxious underneath.
The voice speaking from outside the door uttered coldly.
"By directive of Elder Keeher Tohmes Black, of the Absolute Creed Faction, Lord Rexhard Black and Lady Samantha Delacroix are hereby summoned to the Black Family Castle.
Of Purpose: familial retreat. Compliance is expected."
Rexhard and Samantha locked eyes.
Hers were wide, soft, and anxious, as though she had been caught doing something untoward. His, in contrast, were sharp, calculating, cold, yet heavy with lust.
The fire that had consumed them moments ago had retreated, but it did not die. It curled low beneath their skin, simmering just beneath their bones and breath.
Samantha's throat felt dry. She tried to mask the sudden awkwardness clawing at her chest, shifting her weight as though the room itself had grown too large. Naked, with Rexhard's gaze draped over her, she felt both exposed and strangely small. Without the heated chaos of their earlier clash, the silence pressed heavily and tangible.
Her hand trembled slightly as she gestured toward the adjoining shower, her voice breaking into the quiet like a startled whisper.
"W-why don't you… you use it first? I'll wait."
The summons were urgent, it was a huge loss to them both who were about to satiate their flames but the black family comes first, even worse it was an unexpected summon.
Rexhard didn't move at first. His eyes stayed on her, unblinking, making her nerves fray even further. Then, with a suddenness that made her gasp, he closed the distance between them. His hands gripped her waist firmly and possessive, pulling her flush against the solid wall of his chest.
He bent close, his voice deep and rough against her ear.
"Even better…" his breath was hot, sending a shiver down her spine, "let's shower together."
The words alone unraveled her. Her lips parted around a tiny, traitorous moan that slipped free before she could catch it. Samantha's eyes went wide in panic, her hand flying to cover her mouth, her thighs pressing together instinctively as wetness pooled between them again.
Rexhard noticed, and of course he noticed. His hand slid down without hesitation, prying against her tightly pressed thighs until his palm cupped her heat through the damp skin. He squeezed, his fingers digging possessively into her soft pussy, leaving his mark on her pale skin. She whimpered, her body arching slightly into his touch.
His gaze devoured her, traveling the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts, the flutter of her throat. Slowly, almost torturously, Rexhard leaned down. Samantha's heart slammed in her chest, each beat ricocheting like a drum as her lips parted in anticipation. Her hands rose almost desperately, framing his jaw as if she could pull him down the rest of the way.
And then, he paused.
The inches between their mouths burned more than contact ever could. Her breath hitched, her body taut like a bowstring. Then she stood on her toes, as tho saying, if you wouldn't kiss me I would do it myself.
Just as the world seemed to slow picturesquely into that suspended moment, a voice shattered it.
"Failure to appear will be noted. Travel arrangements await. You have until nightfall."
It was loud, jarring, and cold, echoing and slicing through their moment like hot butter through a knife.
Samantha flinched, her heart nearly leaping into her throat, clutching her chest. Her skin burning from lust.
Rexhard realising that she needed a little reprieve led her away from the room and into the bathroom.
In the end, Samantha didn't think she could handle the both of them in a bathroom.
Eventually settling for her to head in the shower first, while he tried to figure out what were the reasons for the summons.
Steam curled and kissed the glass walls of the shower, blurring the reflection of her own figure. The hiss of running water masked the silence she carried inside. She tilted her head back, letting the cascade wash over her hair, the day's sweat dissolving into rivulets that trailed down her neck, her shoulders, her skin. For a fleeting moment, she wanted to forget everything, the past, the faces, the glitching name that refused to settle.
A knock, soft at first, then deliberate, thudded against the door.
"You know," came the voice, smooth, edged with arrogance yet softened by amusement, "you take too long in there. What, drowning your thoughts, or waiting for me to rescue you from the water?"
Her heart stuttered. She gripped the edge of the wall, the water still coursing down her spine. "Rexhard," she whispered, as if saying his name would steady her.
"Mm," his tone deepened, closer now, "So you do remember we have somewhere to be. Good. I was starting to think you had forgotten."
The handle clicked, teasingly, not fully turned.
"You shouldn't…" she began, but the words tangled, broken by the flutter of her pulse.
"I shouldn't?" He chuckled low, like velvet against steel. "Or you actually want me to.."
Heat surged, though the water was already hot. She pressed her palms against the foggy glass, trying to anchor herself, suddenly dizzy.
"Rexhard," she said again, firmer this time.
"Say my name like that one more time," he murmured, "and I might actually come in."
She bit her lip, unsure whether the threat was real or just his way of toying with her.
"What did the people say?" she managed.
A pause. Then his answer, spoken with maddening calm: "It's nothing, and if you aren't out by the next minute, I'll be taking it.. you want me in there with you".
Her breath caught. The sound of his footsteps retreating was both a relief and a disappointment, her body betraying the conflict her mind tried to deny. She sank down slightly, letting the spray cascade over her face, masking the heat that had nothing to do with the water.
She hated that he could still do this to her. Hated it, and craved it, Her reasoning gradually coming together when his presence wasn't all over her sight.