Laurentia screams at the same time I hear the crack of thunder again outside in the distance.
I saw his face.
He is scarred, three distinctive lines down his face. It doesn’t make him any less beautiful. I didn’t think a scarred man could be handsome, but this one is. He is breathtaking. Head to toe, Tiberius is absolutely stunning.
He shouts, looking over to Laurentia. She looks from him to me, then back to him. He takes a step toward her and only then does she take off in a sprint. I have a feeling his booming shout just now was a warning for her to leave.
I also have a feeling that I’m in some serious shit. I don’t know what happened to me, how that violet spark came from my hand, but I am trembling and unable to move as I look between him and my hand.
I don’t have much time to contemplate what the actual shit is going on because he is on me. He growls, closing the distance between us, he reaches down, wrapping his hands around my waist before he picks me up.
I let out a cry as he throws me in the direction of the bed, thankfully, I land on the mattress with a bounce. He doesn’t allow me to scramble away like I try, he plants his knee in the bed and quickly wraps his hands around my hips to keep me still.
“Tiberius,” I breathe when his body is near.
His lips are directly above mine, hovering and I want nothing more than to slide my tongue across them. To taste him, to open myself to him. I don’t know why, I’m not sure what has me suddenly turned on and not so much angry. I can’t explain any of this and right now, I’m not sure that I care, either.
He grunts, then I hear him whisper my name against my lips. “Drucilla, melculum.”
My thighs spread instantly, without me even thinking it. My body wants him, needs him, craves him. His hands slowly drag the skirt of my gown up my body, then his fingers tug the ties of my little panties away.
He’s in his man-skirt, something that I notice only the guys who look like soldiers wear. Maybe he is a soldier. But can you be an emperor and a soldier simultaneously? I wonder this, but I don’t ask him, not just because his mouth is heavenly and delicious as he kisses up and down the column of my neck, but also because he would not understand me even if I asked.
Words completely disappear, they vanish when I feel the head of his cock against my entrance and he slams inside of me.
“Yes,” I hiss, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, sinking my nails into his back.
TIBERIUS
My future bride, my empress, she holds magi. Pulling almost completely out of her, I slam back inside without a second thought. I take her, moving in and out of her with all of my raw strength, holding nothing back and knowing that she was made for me, therefore she can handle all of me.
I do not need to slip my hand between us and touch her hidden landica. I can feel her body climbing higher toward her release without any assistance from me. She whimpers, lifting her head and I read her silent need.
Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers, sliding my tongue inside of her. I take both her mouth and her cunnus simultaneously, just as a man is meant to do—penetrate. Men are here on this earth to penetrate, and that is exactly what I do to my future empress.
Penetrate and impregnate. That is my mission when it comes to Drucilla. I feel her climbing higher, her vagina fluttering around me, and I know that she is closer. Grinding my pelvis against her, I let out a groan as soon as I feel her clamp down around me.
I bury myself deep inside of her and fill her with my seed, both of us finding our climax together, increasing her fertility. Her body is wrapped around me so tightly that I could not peel her from me even if I wanted to, though I find that I don’t quite want to do that.
“I saw your beautiful face, this is why you hide from me.” She speaks. But I do not understand her words.
I almost talk to her as well, but I decide against it, she would not understand me, just as I do not understand her. Instead, I touch my mouth to hers in a chaste kiss.
This woman is the only one I have given my most sacred gift to, my mouth. I don’t know why, but it came naturally and I knew that she was the one who deserved such a gift, a gift that only a wife is awarded.
“Your mouth is heaven. It is a gift from the gods, Drucilla.”
She cannot understand me, but her smile is all that I need. She understands enough, just as I understand enough of her. Eventually we will be able to communicate, but now this is all that we need.
Rolling to the side, I take her with me and stare at her violet eyes in the darkness. I cannot see the hue of her orbs, but I can imagine them perfectly. I took all of her in this evening. Her light hair, her violet eyes. The same shade of violet that shot from her hand in anger and catapulted me across the room.
My empress is powerful.
I do not speak to her again, instead I take her two more times before we sleep. I do not leave her. Not because I am comfortable with her seeing my face, but because I know she has already had a glimpse of me and she has exhibited powerful magic, I do not know the depths of this magic and I do not wish for her to be alone until I do
