Lili said a little brokenly, ‘Can you put your mouth…on me.’
Cassian sat up a little and he surged deeper inside her, as he brought his mouth to first one breast and then the other. Last night had blown Lili’s mind but she was discovering a whole new level of pleasure to have Cassian’s hands on her and his mouth…and that exquisite sucking heat, stroking her into a paroxysm of pleasure so intense that she was falling over the edge before she’d even realised what was happening.
She looked at Cassian as the waves subsided. ‘I’m sorry… I couldn’t help it.’
He just shook his head. ‘You are so responsive…’
He was still hard inside her. Lili moved experimentally, and he groaned a little. ‘Lili, you don’t have to, we can stop now if you like…’
She shook her head, hair falling over her shoulders, ‘No, you didn’t…you know.’
He huffed a laugh. ‘Come?’
Lili wanted to bury her head in his neck. He must think she was so gauche. But he just said, ‘Are you sure?’
She nodded. ‘Tell me what to do.’
He lay back down and put his hands on her hips, holding her firm, but it didn’t scare her, it thrilled her. He said roughly, ‘Just keep moving, like that…yes…Dio… Lili.’
He bent his head back, she could see the tendons in his neck standing out, and she felt his body surging within hers over and over again and slowly but surely, she could feel her own body reacting again and her eyes widened. ‘Cass… I think I’m going to—’ she stopped talking as he hit a spot so deep inside her that she saw stars.
And then he was clenching his buttocks, driving up and into her and with a harsh shout, she felt his body release inside hers and that alone was all it took to send Lili back over the edge, her own body pulsating along with Cassian’s, and they both spiraled down into endless waves of pleasure.
* * *
‘You called me Cass.’
‘Hm?’ Lili responded sleepily. She was lying on her back, sheet pulled up to her waist. Cassian was on his back beside her. She wasn’t sure how long they’d lain there after that last time. She couldn’t move but she forced her eyes open and turned on her side to face him, pulling the sheet up and holding it to her chest.
She ogled his bare chest shamelessly. The sheet was tangled around his hips, low enough to give her a glimpse of dark hair. Her insides pulsed and she squeezed her thighs together. They could have made a baby by now. But somehow the thought left her feeling a little…hollow. What would happen once she got pregnant? Would that be it? No more sex? Because as flatteringly appreciative of Lili as Cassian seemed to be, she was sure it was part his innate charm and part novelty factor. It wouldn’t endure.
He turned his head to look at her. ‘You called me Cass.’
She had. In the throes of passion. ‘I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking—’
He shook his head. ‘I don’t mind. Not many people call me that.’
‘You don’t encourage…familiarity?’
‘As a rule? Not really.’
‘Because of your family?’
He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. Lili asked, ‘Who took care of you afterwards?’
He turned his head away, looking to the ceiling. ‘I had no immediate close family so my care was handled by a board of trustees and guardians who had no clue what to do with an eight-year-old kid who’d just lost his entire world.’
Lili’s chest contracted at the thought of a small bewildered boy. ‘How did that work?’
‘I was sent to boarding school in the UK and then a series of nannies took over in the holidays. And counsellors, lots of counsellors to make sure I was dealing with my grief.’
‘Did it help?’
He let out a short, harsh laugh. ‘I went to sessions and tuned out, I developed a morbid fascination with cars after the accident and became obsessed with racing. As if I wanted to do all that I could to join my family. I didn’t care about anyone, or anything. But I had to learn to care about the family business once I turned twenty-one and realised that thousands of employees across the globe now depended on me for their livelihoods.’
‘The playboy thing…is that all a bit of an act?’ Lili remembered the picture of him with a beautiful woman at an event on the evening before he’d come back to the villa. Her chest constricted even more. Had he slept with her?
He looked at her again. ‘What makes you think it’s an act?’
