Augustus nodded, smiling, hearing the ever wrathful, complaining, unruly dragon comply on something he had voiced.
He had thought she even started hating him, as she had forbidden him to touch her, forcing him to sleep in the corner.
'Maybe… tonight, tonight she will lay that body for me…' Augustus thought.
While Aiden was already living Augustus's dream, his palm molded her thighs like dough, lifting her purple skirt up and up.
Catherine, her cheeks red, looked at her busy husband as she looked at Aiden, whose touch was slowly making her wet.
"Stop… Aiden." She whispered. "He's right there… if he… if he just turns, he will see you."
Aiden didn't say anything, coming closer and closer, as he came to her neck.
Sniiiiifffff.
Sniffing her intoxicating smell.
"My lord, the room smells lovely. What is the secret here…" he voiced aloud, as his lips went to her neck, giving a gentle kiss.
"Umm…" Catherine couldn't help but moan and whimper, the memories of that night running back.
