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And feast he does.
His mouth latches onto me, sending me soaring. I cry out as pleasure takes hold of me, wrapping around me like a rope, twining itself over and over until I’m nothing but a mess of whimpering desire.
“Please, please, please.” My begging falls from my lips as my hands find Cassian’s head, and my hips rock against him as I take my pleasure. His tongue darts inside me as he licks me like I’ve never before experienced. Right now, I feel like a virgin, experiencing sex for the first time, and my body sparks to life, causing arousal to drench Cassian’s mouth.
“Just like I always imagined,” he mumbles against me in a low gravelly tone that vibrates against my pussy. “Like a fucking drug.” He trails his fingers up and down my core until two fingers dip into me, sending my hips sky high, and I earn myself another dirty laugh from the man who’s playing me as if I were a musical instrument.
“Please, Cassian,” I plead, meeting his heated stare that seems to scorch every inch of me. “Please.”
“Tell me what you want, little liar,” he coos before pressing soft kisses on my mound, which only empties my mind of any rational thought. I don’t know what I need, to come, for him to be inside me, or something else. I’m not even sure what to ask for anymore, and I know he’s enjoying my agony.
With a seductive smile curling his lips, he swats my pussy, causing me to cry out as pleasure wracks through me. Another slap comes seconds later, and another after that, sending me spiraling into an abyss of euphoria.
I’ve experienced agony before. But this pain is nothing compared to anything else I’ve ever known. This is pleasurable pain, which I’ll gladly take at the hands of Cassian Thorne.
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Cassian
Her body is nothing more than a pliable mess under me, exactly what I’ve wanted for so long. The sweetness of her arousal coats my tongue. I’ve never been so addicted to a woman’s flavor before, and I know one taste of Kalyn will never be enough.
She lifts her head, locking those pretty eyes on me, and I can’t help but smile at how glassy they are. Her pupils are dilated, her lips swollen and plump, and her cheeks are bright red.
“Please, Cassian,” she begs once more, and I award her with another spank to her wet pussy, which earns me a whimper. Slowly, I slip two fingers into her tight heat. My taunting movements are enough to send her to the edge, but I don’t curl my fingers to get her off; I ensure I keep her teetering, torturing her with an orgasm that’s just out of reach.
“You’ll come when I want you to,” I inform her with a smile.
Her whimpers and moans are music to my ears. I’ve wanted nothing more than to make her beg, to hear her plead with me for more, so much more, and now that I have her here, I never want to let her go.
My fingers move steadily, in and out, sending her to the precipice, and allowing her to stay there. When her hips thrust upward, her need showing clearly on her expression, I can’t help but stop.
“Cassian!” When she screams my name in frustration, I chuckle. “This is torture.”
“Oh, I know it is, little liar,” I taunt, circling her clit until her hips are once again undulating on the mattress. “And it’s not going to stop until you beg for what you really want,” I tell her. I alternate between teasing her hardened nub and dipping my fingers inside her. My cock weeps in my boxers for a taste, to slide into her, but that will come. Soon enough.
Pulling my fingers from Kalyn’s pussy, I slide them into my mouth and lick her essence from my digits while she watches. Her cheeks darken, the soft hue of pink trailing down her chest.
“Ask for what you truly want,” I announce as I push to my feet, causing her to whimper yet again. Once I’m standing, I unbutton the suit pants that are caked in her fiancé’s blood before pushing them down and stepping out of them. Kalyn watches me, her eyes never wavering as my movements then tug at my socks. Once I’m standing before her in only my underwear, I halt.
She lifts her gaze, locking it on mine. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispers as the embarrassment turns her tanned skin pink. “I want you inside me. I want to feel you; I need you to make me feel something. Anything other than this need for a high, for a smoke, or a line of coke.”
Her admission is jarring.
“Even now, while you’re here, naked and wet for me, you’re thinking about drugs,” I say, realizing just how much this shit has a hold on her. She doesn’t respond because it wasn’t a question. Instead of talking again, I push my boxers to the floor. A gasp of surprise falls from her lips when she takes in my hardness, and the glint of the silver bar pierced under the head.
