“Pushy chit,” he teased.
Washed away by his smoky eyes, she reached between them and gently took hold of his manhood, which lay like an iron bar against her inner thigh.
She stroked him while studying each line of his face; the desire to please him as much as he did her grew heavy on her heart. She found her grip had gotten so much firmer and confident from the first time she had touched him.
“You feel like velvet over steel,” she rasped as her strokes grew harder and faster.
With a swift kiss, he pulled away, and in the next heartbeat, he had her ankles atop his shoulders. Even while expecting him, she still gasped when he drove his hard length against her sensitive bud. He teased her with slow thrusts over her swollen pearl, allowing his stones to drag against her wet petals.
She arched into him, reveling in the sharp spikes of pleasure ratcheting up her spine. He drew away only to notch himself to her opening and slide in slowly.
Molten pleasure wrapped around her again as he eased into her languidly—one of his large hands held her inner thighs apart as he rocked into her like a lazy tide at twilight.
Cecilia hung on, savoring every touch and every kiss as she fought the urge to tip over the edge. It was clear that he wanted to prolong the ecstasy of their joining, letting his body tell her something his mouth could not.
“Harder,” she moaned breathily. “Faster.”
Obliging, he gave in to her plea and increased his speed and force until he was slamming into her harder and harder. Her skin was slickened with a mist of sweat, and as bliss ricocheted through her body, his thumb snuck between them, and he pressed hard on the center of her pleasure.
Burying himself inside her, he positioned her hands above her head and manacling her wrists with one broad fist, he’d stretched over, thrusting his hips like an insatiable beast.
“Come for me, Cecilia,” he ground out. “I want to feel you come over me…”
He’d claimed her with a savage thrust that caused her spine to bow off the bed and kept drilling into her, until she clenched tightly around his arousal. She came with a gasping cry, her orgasmic dew gushing over him. Cassian came with a rough roar, his eyes clenching hard and fast.
Stationary, he breathed hard and fast before peeling his eyes open and gently eased out of her. Cecilia missed his body weight and heat almost instantly.
Pulling her in, he kissed her long and slowly. When he pulled away, he flopped on the mount of pillows, taking her with him. “I think I may have glimpsed a goddess for a moment.”
She laughed softly. “Thank you for the compliment.”
His laugh was soft. “You are welcome, sweetheart.”
Resting on his chest, she smiled wanly. “I am going to miss you.”
“Those are words I never thought I’d ever hear,” Cassian said chuckling. His mirth faded a little as he added, “But I will too. I do hope that in my absence, you can find happiness.”
Her heart sunk as she knew, deep down, that it would never be. She had already found her happiness, but he was bound to slip away from her fingers in mere hours.
“I hope you find yours as well,” she said, trying—and failing—to hide the disappointment in her voice.
Cassian turned to her, his eyes narrowing. “You don’t… you don’t think I am going back to Isabella, do you?”
“I don’t want you to,” she said. “But I cannot stop you—”
“I won’t,” he murmured. “I give you my word, Cecilia, Isabella and I are done.”
“—And I want you to be happy,” she finished sadly.
He pulled her into his side and held her tight, “Me too.”
She snuggled closer, yawning languorously. “Wake me up before you leave, please…”
She felt the bed dip, and when the source of her warmth was gone, Cecilia tiredly opened her eyes to see Cassian return from the washing room, fully bathed.
It's time for him to leave.
The hammer she had felt poised to smash her happiness to smithereens landed on her heart with the force of a battering ram. Yet as despair pushed hotly behind her eyes, anotherfeeling surged alongside it. It took her a moment to name it—hope.
