I cup her cheeks in my hands, and her eyes are wet.
"I hope those are happy tears."
"They are. You're the first person to really see me."
I chuckle, because she has no idea how long I’ve watched her. "I first saw you five years ago, when you were an awkward eighteen-year-old sneaking into the White Heart with Isabella and fake IDs.”
She chuckles at the memory. "Until Isabella’s bodyguards came for us."
I look into her eyes, because I want her to understand what I'm saying.
"I noticed you then, Cassie. The instant I saw you tugging at that too-tight skirt and tottering on heels you weren’t used to wearing, with the top of a book poking out of your purse. I knew you'd be mine someday."
"Then why did it take you five years?"
"I had to wait for you to grow up. I had to give you a chance to experience life, Cassie. But I never stopped loving you."
She melts against me, and I pull her into my chest. My arm snakes down her back and over her hips. "And I’ll never stop loving you."
I kiss her hard, and our tongues collide. I can't get enough of her sweetness, and I pull her hard against me. But I need more.
I walk us backward until her knees touch the bed. "Are you ready to be my woman?"
"Yes," she whispers. "I'm ready."
I push her back onto the bed and run my fingers down her torso. My hand comes to the top of her leggings and I tug them down slowly, the tips of my fingers trailing down her thighs. I pull them over her ankles and discard them on the floor.
I take her leg in my hand and kiss her ankle. Cassie trembles.
“Are you cold?"
"No," she says, sitting up on her elbows. “It tickles.”
"Tickles good or tickles bad?" I say, as I graze my beard over her ankle.
"Tickles good." She squirms.
I plant little kisses up her calf until I get to her knee. "How about here?" I lift her leg so my beard trails roughly over the back of her knee.
She whimpers. "That tickles, but in a good way, if you know what I mean."
Oh, I know what she means.
I continue moving up her leg, kissing her inner thigh, letting my beard scrape against her soft skin as I get closer to the apex of her thighs. When I reach the top, my mouth moves over her panties. The fabric is damp with her arousal, the musky scent heady and intoxicating. I let out a warm breath through the fabric.
Cassie whimpers. "That feels good.”
"It's my job to make you feel good, Cassie."
I hook my hands over her panties and pull them down her thighs, taking them off quicker than I did her leggings.
My hands slide up her legs, and I clutch her inner thighs. I spread her legs apart and bury my face between them.
Cassie gasps as I kiss her, and her sweet nectar cascades onto my tongue.
One hand slides up under her top until I find her breast. I pull the bra back and tug at her nipple, gently at first, then harder to match the movement of my tongue.
Cassie writhes under me. Her legs lock around my shoulders, and her moans get louder until she’s crying out my name. I’ll never tire of those sweet little sounds.
