The first full day of their marriage, and Jenkins was almost sick with worry and lust. Mostly lust at this point, as he made is way up the stairs to their suite with precise, controlled movements. He really wanted to bound up the stairs and burst into their room, but he defiantly refused to let his body take over, especially if any of the staff were watching.

The day had been one of meeting with the elders of the village and the security staff. He had mentioned to the elders that he should probably purchase the castle from the current owner, so that they could have more control over the geography of a "final battle", only to be shown the deed. It was owned by a holding company in trust for Galeas Gerwin, which could be easily proven to be himself, now that he had Vatican "citizenship." It was a bit overwhelming.

But as the day wore on, he body's needs became harder to ignore. He had asked Cassandra to spend some time walking around the castle. Her insights on the layout would be invaluable. But the lack of her presence had become more noticeable at lunch, when the smell of her perfume as she entered the dinning hall forced him to excuse himself for a moment, just so he could collect his wits. She was intoxicating, but trying to give himself some slack with the facts that he was a newly married man who had zero applied sexual experience wasn't helping. He needed her.

The feeling of being grateful for solid metal doorknobs flashed at the back of his mind as he turned the door open. His grip at this point would have maligned any modern handle. Gods, she had best be in here, he thought, as he stepped through.

By the heavens, she was, standing at the table which had been set with tea. He did *not* need tea.

He lunged for her. As in, he would never be certain that his feet touched the floor between the space from him to her. She squealed in delight he caught her hair in his hands and pulled her to him, with the squeal muffled by his almost savage kiss.

She had planned a relaxing evening, trying to think of his routine at the Annex and what he enjoyed, but none of that mattered now. As his kissed her fiercely, she knew this was different. It was hot, as Jenkins kissed down her neck and bit her ear, she shivered with excitement and arousal. His arms were around her and holding her so close it was difficult to see whose body ended where.

He groaned as he rubbed against her. He had been semi-hard most of the day, and the friction was divine. He need her skin, needed her, as he ripped her blouse apart at the buttons, rubbing his callused hands roughly over her. Cassie gasped in surprise, but Jenkins heard none of it.

The sensation of her skin lit him on fire, as he growled in desperation. Women's panties were not as tearable as erotic fiction made them out to be, as Jenkins put his hand up her skirt and yanked at them. She let him fumble with them as she made quick work of the zipper to his pants, going for expediency as she backed her self up to the wall.

"Yesssss," he hissed as he lifted her leg to his shoulder, giving him access as he plunged into her core.

"Ah! Fuck!" Jenkins swore, thrusting, blind with lust and relief, as he lifted her up for a better angle. Cassandra held on as he ravaged her, took her with no thought, god it was exactly what she always wanted, fuck me, yes, Jenkins, yes!

He was so strong, he could hurt her, but he didn't, wouldn't, could never hurt her.

His release came soon, he couldn't help it. He didn't want it to, he needed it to. He panted, leaning against Cassie and the wall, still holding her felt so good to cum inside her.

As he came down from his high, he blinked, his mind clearing as he leaned back his had to look at her. She could see the guilt setting in. So she kissed him. Hard.

"Oh, gods, Cassandra" he moaned as she worshiped him, gently thrusting against her as he grew hard again, at just the right angle to push against her clit, making her moan and lift her chin. He grabbed her fulling, making her squeal again as he took them both to the bed. He was determined to make up for his need, and make love to her properly. All night, if that's what it took.