More.
My other hand peels itself from her hair and encircles her neck. The purchase I find there allows me to drive in deeper and further than before.
Cas seems to revel in the constraint.
She pushes herself down ever further, so much so her groans are partially muffled by the bed itself.
I circle her clit once more with my finger.
“Fuck, Rocco…”
I can feel her then, tightening around me. She’s going to reach her climax before me.
My fingers tighten around her neck. I pick up the pace. Each thrust pushes her further and further into the mattress.
“Rocco!”
Her scent, herdesire,engulfs me.
I rub at her sensitive clit relentlessly as I feel my cock pulsing with its own release.
Her hand reaches back, grabbing my wrist. It’s forceful yet gentle. Controlling, yet careless.
She screams my name, and I let myself go at the sound.
All we can do is cling to each other as I pound into her again. Then again. Then, one last time.
I have to grab her hips to keep myself steady as a dazzling brightness overcomes my vision, as I completely succumb to my own climax.
Vaguely, I’m aware of her own panting beneath me as I ride the wave of ecstasy.
It’s a release like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
As I come to, there’s nothing I can do except curl myself around her, pulling her closer to my chest.
And as we both lie there, breathing in the insanity of our own ecstasy, I try not to imagine how it would feel to do this for the rest of my miserable existence.
16
CASSANDRA
“You’re going to leave, aren’t you,” I whisper across Rocco’s chest in the aftermath.
His lack of response is an answer in and of itself.
I trace over the lines of his tattoos, wondering if I should commit them to memory. How many more times will he let me lay next to him like this? How many women have wondered the same thing?
He said it himself: nothing serious could ever happen between us. Yet that foolish hope that maybe I could be the exception lingers.
I don’t even know if that’s whatIwant, yet the distance between us already feels painful even though he’s right there.
He gets up slowly, untangling me from his side as he does.
“I must return to work.”
“Right.” I try not to sound bitter.
“I’ll be back tomorrow.”
