“Mmm…yesssss.” she hissed, tossing her head back. She made a little mour of disappointment when he withdrew his fingers from her, but grinned delightedly when he turned her around and forcefully pressed her against the glass of the shower doors. He spread her legs with his knee.
“Mine!” he growled, as he lifted her up onto her tiptoes before he pressed himself forcefully into her. She cried out, her voice echoing off the tiles as he went deeper than he’d ever been before. He began thrusting hard, almosting punishingly so. She pressed her hands against the glass, pushing her body back against his and meeting his thrusts with her own. She clenched tightly around him, growling her pleasure.
“Yours! Yes!” she moaned, her breasts bouncing, nipples rubbing against the glass enclosure and enflaming her passions further.
Aggressively, he turned her around, and picked her up by her hips, and with barely a second to spare, he rammed her onto his hardness, that was erect and glistening from her sex. Large digits dug into the flesh of her ass, and he made her ride him, as he stood under the spray of the hot water. His right hand moving up to her waist, and he buried his face between her slick soap covered breasts, licking and biting, till working his lips over her mounds. Latching on fully to one breast, feasting on her like she was his last meal. He no longer spoke words, there was no sonnets of love. This was as primal as it got, and he was so close. She would be able to feel his urgency, as he brought her down hard on his cock, feeding it to her. No other man would give her such satisfaction, or love, the way he could. The very walls of the shower almost tremored as his throat let out a loud growl of hunger. Hunger for his woman. His tongue teased and flicked her pert nipple, while sucking forcefully, almost painfully. If she wasn’t marked before, she would be now.
He was ramming her hard, reaffirming is domination over her and she wanted to weep with happiness. She thrilled at his touch, moaned and writhed on his hardness. Calling his name over and over again as he thrust into her.
He stopped and withdrew and she actually growled.
Until he spun her around, grabbed her by the hips and slammed into her once more. Her head slammed into the glass behind her as she screamed her pleasure.
He buried his face between her breasts, rubbing his stubble against her body and she clenched tightly around him.
“Virgo! Please!” she begged, feeling herself getting closer and closer to that edge. He worked his lips across her skin, latching onto a nipple and biting hard, feasting upon her as if he were a hungry man freed from a desert exile.
She locked her ankles around his back as his hands held her in a punishing grip. She would notice bruises upon her skin later but at the moment, she didn’t care. She was his and he made sure she knew this in the most primal way possible.
“Yes!” she cried out as he slammed into her, her orgasm surprising her as it tore through her body at an impossible rate of speed. She shook and trembled, her fingers digging into his shoulders, nails biting into his skin hard enough to draw blood. Her head slammed back into the glass once again, hard enough to crack the material.
A second orgasm tore through her as he continued to pound into her body. Her hand flew back to slam into the glass, shattering it and sending glass shards flying around the room.
The second she slammed her hand back and the glass exploded, he gripped her tightly around the waist, to save her going right through the glass wall, and held her tight to him, as he struggled to get his breath. The shower faucet was still on, and water splashed all over the broken pieces of glass that now littered the floor.
His body was covered in scratch marks and he was bleeding all down his back and sides, as he continued to hold her down upon him. There was a long shudder, then he buried his face in her neck, his body coming down off the intense high, struggling to keep standing. His groans changed to that of raspy breathing, and then it softened again, as he stepped out of the hole, still holding her, his feet getting cut by the glass.
Padding back into their room, he carried her over to the bed, and laid her down gently, hovering over her, and started to nuzzle her, licking her as though he was the very wolf from within. Such gentle actions after a powerful session of love making showed the two sides of the Count. There was no way she could not feel the love he expressed in his actions.
“I’m sorry about the glass. Did you hurt your feet, darling?” she murmured, not wanting to spoil the mood by speaking out loud.
“If I did, it was worth it.” Virgo said with a husky tone. Laying with her, both still wet from the shower, their bodies showing the tell tale marks of their wild passionate encounter in the shower. “Explaining that to the repair man is…going to be difficult.” Virgo said with a chuckle, rolling off her and drawing his feet up, one at a time to pick the pieces of glass out. He winced as he did each piece, but then as the subtle clink of the glass bits hitting a small dish was heard, she would know that he was not hurt that badly. The euphoria of their coupling was more than enough to drown out any pain he might be feeling.
Rising to his feet, he saw the blooded footprints, and the mess they had made. He ran his fingers through his wet locks, and shrugged.
“Not as bad as what we did at the old estate back home.” He had a point there, they practically rocked the foundations of that building. This was part of the reason that Domi asked that they lock the door, for their antics were well known.
Virgo walked over to grab a toweling robe and threaded it through his arms, as he gazed back at his wife. He had been thinking a lot about the sister of Rupert, and how she seemed lost in this world. He then had an idea.
“Love….why not send a wire to your Brother, Bart. Ask him to come to New York for a vacation. Lord knows he could use it. Been running the family business since your father died. This…ball might serve two purposes. Hmm?”