Cesare Garcia's home.

Margaret let out a moan as she felt his manhood teasing her womanhood. She wrapped her legs around him and her arms around his neck. She kissed him back with desire, unable to resist him

Margaret screamed as he entered her. She leaned her hand on the table and moaned at every thrust of him. She felt her heart about to explode "Ohh...Cesare.."

Margaret helped him to remove her dress, feeling her cheeks, lips and body burning of desire. Once naked, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and moaned loudly. She kissed and bit hungrily his lips while he kept on pushing deeper inside her

Margaret let out moan as she felt his seed spreading into her. She felt a warm sensation and moved her hand around his neck and his chest. Then she kept on licking his lips, feeling her orgasm coming, and finally met her tongue with his. She closed her eyes tasting it deeper

Once Cesare pulled out of her she let out one last moan. He was thrusting so widely that almost hurted her. She watched him fixing his breeches silently, breathing deeply "Are you...are you sure you're alright, Cesare?" She asked out of breath, noticing his worried expression. She touched softly his cheek with her cold hand

Margaret came down from the table slowly and took her dress from the floor. She began to wear it again, still breathing "I don't like seeing you so troubled, Cesare. Why don't we go back to England? If something bad would happen to you...I'd die.." She whispered wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. She leaned her head on his shoulder and kissed it softly

Margaret smiled and threw herself into his arms "Whenever you wish, Cesare. You can leave your soldiers to defend Genoa. So we can start our life together in England.." She sighed and hold his cheek in her hand "God...I hated you. And now I can't stay a minute without you. What you did to me, Your Grace?" She asked giggling, feeling the warmth of his skin in her hand

Margaret's smile disappeared suddenly. She opened her mouth to say something and stepped back "You...what? Do you have a son, Cesare? With...Mary Boleyn? Oh my God...why you never told me?" She could barely ask, still confused and shocked by such news

Margaret looked at him with astonished eyes "Henry? Oh...of course. I should have imagine that. Only God knows how many children you have around court.." She took a breath and reached windowside to take some fresh air "And...tell me, Cesare. Do you still sleep with her? Please, don't lie to me.." She said with trembling voice, turning her head towards him

Margaret looked silently at him for a little while. Then she ran towards him and knelt next to him. She leaned her hands on his strong legs and looked up at him "Do you really think that? Will you be faithful? If...if I only think you could take a mistress, I...I..." She coud hardly say, leaning her head too on his leg

Margaret raised her head and gulped as he mentioned the possibility of having children from her. She sighed "Even when I am with child, you say? And...how will you satisfy your needs...if I can't sleep with you, Cesare?" She asked with innocent and teasing voice at the same time

Margaret laughed "You...a cardinal? Oh please, don't be blasfemous, my lord!" She patted jokingly his leg "I'm sure an experienced man like you can find a way to satisfy our needs...even during pregnancy. I don't want to tempt a cardinal.." She giggled and touched softly his lips with her finger

Margaret looked worriedly at the paper and raised her eyes to him "Cesare...I won't leave you here alone! My place is at your side. I...I will go anywhere without you.." She ran her trembling hands on his cheek