SSS Talent: From Trash to Tyrant

Chapter 482: Chapter 482: Passionate Night [+18]

The sheets were cool against her back, but Trafalgar was not.

He hovered above her for a moment, just looking, the way he sometimes did when he thought she wasn’t paying attention. Aubrelle reached up and loosened his tie with both hands, pulling it free and letting it fall somewhere off the side of the bed. He watched her do it without stopping her.

”Your jacket,” she said quietly.

He shrugged it off without a word.

She sat up just enough to help him with the buttons of his shirt, starting from the collar down, her fingers unhurried. Trafalgar’s hand moved to the thin strap at her shoulder, tracing it once before sliding it down. She let him. The fabric of her dress followed the path of his fingers without resistance, and he pressed a kiss to her shoulder where the strap had been, then to the curve of her neck, then to the corner of her jaw.

Aubrelle exhaled softly.

”You’re still thinking,” she murmured against his temple.

”I’m always thinking.”

”Stop.”

He kissed her properly this time, one hand cradling the back of her head, and she felt the last of whatever careful distance he still kept between them dissolve completely. She pulled him closer by the front of his open shirt, and he came without resistance, his forehead dropping gently to hers when the kiss broke.

Neither of them spoke after that.

The lamp on the far table stayed on, casting the room in amber, and somewhere nearby Pipin shifted once and then went still. The mansion had gone fully quiet around them, the kind of quiet that only comes when the night has decided, finally, to leave certain things alone.

Both were completely naked, Trafalgar separated from Aubrelle for a second.

He gently pulled away, just enough to put some distance between them, his eyes tracing every detail of her face with quiet intensity. She had been nestled against him, warm and at ease but the moment his arms loosened and his chest left hers, she stilled.

Her brow furrowed. The familiar warmth was gone. She reached out instinctively, her fingers brushing only empty sheets beside her.

”Trafalgar?” His name left her lips barely above a whisper, more of a reflex than a question. Without his touch, without the steady rhythm of his breathing against her, he could have been anywhere — or nowhere at all. She couldn’t see him watching her. Couldn’t know that his eyes hadn’t left her face for even a second.

To her, he had simply... vanished.

But when she used Pipin’s sight she could see Trafalgar standing still, looking her up and down, with no clothes covering his naked body.

”Traf...” she began, her voice barely above a breath, fingers nervously twisting the sheets beneath her. ”Are you liking what you’re seeing?”

There was a brief silence, just long enough to make her cheeks flush, before his voice came.

”Very much,” Trafalgar answered, his tone carrying that usual calm that somehow made everything worse. ”Even more so now, after everything today.” She felt the mattress shift beneath his weight as he moved, positioning himself between her legs. His hands found her hips, steady and warm. ”Besides...” he added, almost as an afterthought, his voice dropping just slightly, ”I think you’re more than ready.”

Indeed, Aubrelle, due to the situation, seemed to be getting excited by being observed by Trafalgar; she seemed to be enjoying that her husband was now looking at her closely, especially analyzing every corner of her naked body. Her fluids were leaking out because of it.

The moment Aubrelle sensed him drawing closer, the warmth of him, the quiet shift in the air, she moved. Her hands found their way up without hesitation, fingers curling gently but deliberately around the back of Trafalgar’s neck, pulling him in just slightly.

”I’m ready, Trafalgar,” she breathed against him, her voice soft yet carrying a weight that left little room for doubt. The small tilde in her tone was impossible to miss. ”And I want this... very much.”

Trafalgar didn’t need to hear anything else.

With the help of his hand, he took hold of his cock and began rubbing it between Aubrelle’s vagina, teasing her.

”Ah... ahhhn~ Mmph!” She moaned as Trafalgar began to play with her like this. ”Traf~ you’re being naughty teasing me like this... Put it in already.”

”Are you that eager?” Trafalgar asked. And he didn’t make Aubrelle wait any longer.

He started sliding the head of his cock along the soft skin of her pussy, parting the pale lips and reaching the pink interior.

Aubrelle bit her lips, her thighs trembling as she felt his cock pressing inside her pussy.

”Nnngh! Haaah~” Aubrelle moaned as she felt herself being filled completely.

Trafalgar felt his body shuddering with pleasure as his cock was crushed by her pussy’s wet.

”You’re really tight, you know that?” He thrust his hips back, his member almost slipping out of her pussy before thrusting all the way in again.

She moved her hands, gripping them tightly and trying to control them. Trafalgar let her do it, and Aubrelle guided her hands to her breasts.

Trafalgar understood what Aubrelle wanted.

His hand began to caress her breast, slowly playing with her areolas, sucking on them, then reaching her nipples.

”Ahngn~” Aubrelle moaned, her eyes rolling back.

After sucking on them for a while. Trafalgar’s head met Aubrelle’s lips again, kissing her passionately, their saliva mingling. Trafalgar pulled away and whispered in her ear, ”I’m close.”

Aubrelle seemed even more aroused by Trafalgar’s words and tightened her grip.

”Shit, you’re so tight Aubrelle.”

”Traf... I think I’m... I’m... aghn~~ Hnngh~” Her lips fell open, her words cut off by a moan filled with pleasure as her pussy spurted non-stop.

Trafalgar was also at her limit. She felt the walls of her cunt contract even more, her throbbing cock burning intensely before she finally ejaculated. Trafalgar didn’t pull out his cock, and began to fill Aubrelle’s insides.

After they both finished ejaculating, Trafalgar pulled out his cock and watched his cum spill out. He could see it trickling down Aubrelle’s body.

”Ghn~~” Aubrelle moaned, her legs giving way from the pleasure she had felt just seconds before.

Trafalgar caught her and pulled her close. He said, ”I have enough energy for the whole night.”

”I also have plenty of strength to continue,” she whispered, her fingers tightening just slightly around his neck.

And so the night belonged entirely to them. Trafalgar and Aubrelle lost themselves in each other completely, in warmth and breathless laughter and tangled sheets, in whispered words and the kind of closeness that needed no sight to be felt. It was everything a wedding night was meant to be, and then some.

By the time the first pale light of morning crept through the tall windows of the mansion, the world outside had quietly moved on into a new day. The room was still and warm, filled only with the soft sound of breathing and the distant chirping of Pipin greeting the dawn. The grand estate around them rested in silence, as if the very walls had decided to give them their peace.