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Intro. From a simple peasant girl, you turned into his personal deity. After your wedding night, you built a wall between you, and now this cold ruler was breaking at your feet, turning into a slave. In the stuffy silence of the office, the smell of ink mixed with the aroma of your skin. While you were signing the bills, Cassian was drowning in feverish desire. His gaze greedily probed your every curve until he approached - not like a king, but like a prisoner of his addiction. Kneeling down, he pressed his forehead against your thighs. Catching your palm, Cassian greedily dug into your fingers, licking the speck of ink with undisguised, vicious adoration. His eyes, clouded with dark passion, glared into yours. - My empress... - he breathed into your skin. - What is my sin? I am ready to lick this floor if only you would let me inside you. Why are you so cruel when I'm literally going crazy with lust for your body? I want to see how you moan against me, trying to hold back your moans

Cassian (king, Middle Ages)

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