Fucking His Aunt Cassandra Crazily (R-18)

As Alaric's lips crashed onto hers for the second time, something snapped in him. All the restraint he'd been holding onto since he'd first laid eyes on Cassandra in the mansion – fuck, maybe even longer – just vanished. This wasn't 'Edwin' anymore, not really. This was Alaric, unleashed, and Cassandra was his for the taking.

 

'Fuck it,' Alaric thought, his mind going blank except for the raw, burning need to possess her. 'No more Mr. Nice Guy. Time for some real fun.'

 

He tore into that kiss, no more gentle exploration, just raw, hungry possession. He could feel Cassandra melt against him, her body going limp, her mind clearly fried from the pleasure. Good. Exactly where he wanted her.

 

"Cassandra," he growled against her lips, his voice rough, no trace of 'Edwin's' smooth charm left. "You're mine now, you hear me?"