“Does that please you, my sweet, sweet temptress?” he suckled worshippingly. “Does it please you when I touch you here?”
“You—” she gasped, “—youknowit does. It’s… nice…”
He pulled away. “I can do better thannice.”
His mouth traced a streak of fire down her middle while he cocked her knee up so his fingers could tease the tender skin underneath. His lips teased her inner thighs, coasting up and down but never too close to where she needed him most.
“Cassian!”
His throaty chuckle on her skin was dark. “Yes, sweetheart?”
“Youdevil…” she gasped as a wayward finger teased in the soft curls between her thighs. “Stop teasing me!”
He immediately lifted to his haunches and slid both hands under her hips. She was not prepared for when he spun her over, and she landed on her belly. His muscular body interlaced perfectly against her spine, and she felt the hard trunk of his manhood against the back of her thigh.
His mouth found her ear. “Stay put.”
The dark desire she heard in his voice made her tremble, and she did not shift an inch until she heard his feet pad back to the side of the bed.
“Good girl,” Cassian purred. “You did not move. I believe that deserves a reward.”
The bed dipped as he straddled her thighs and began to kiss down her spine; his hands tracing down her waist. As he feathered kisses along the small of her back, the scrape of glass on glass met her ears, and then something drizzled down the graceful line of her spine.Oil.
“Cassian,” she whispered. “What are you doing?”
“You are still a little tense, sweetheart,” he growled, as he worked the oil—sandalwood, she smelled—into her skin and released tension she had not noticed was there. He massaged the oil down her legs and dug his thumbs into her arches.
She moaned, her body melting into the bed the more he stroked and rubbed and kneaded. He returned to the hollow of her back before rubbing his hands against her inner thighs and teasing her core.
Pleasure spiked through Cecilia as she felt him dip between her legs and circle the tip of one finger at her opening; she bit her lower lip and whimpered audibly.
“Sweet hell, sodevilishlywet…” She lifted her hips to encourage his touch. He spread her slickness down her folds and circled her nub. “But let’s get you a little bit wetter…”
He skimmed around her upper thigh and bookended his fingers around her throbbing nub. She rocked her hips back and forth, settling into his rhythm. The pressure on her bud increased, and waves of pleasure rose and rose, one on top of the other, until she was very nearly about to burst.
Cassian slowed, then gently turned her on her back and knelt between her legs before cocking her thighs over his shoulders. Finding the oil again, he dribbled more on her between the hollow of her breasts. Cupping them softly, he began to massage and flicker her nipples so sensually, Cecilia feltpure nirvana.
With his other hand, he began to stroke her lower, and she moaned deeply, back bowing off the bed as she surrendered to his mastery of her body.
“Cassian…” she reached for him in her daze. “Please… I feel I am about to combust.”
“That would be the sandalwood oil,” he smirked boyishly.
“You aggravate me,” she whispered shakily before pulling him down for a kiss. Drawing away, she demanded, “Now, please.”
He reached for a small white box that she had not noticed he had added beside the bottle of oil. He pulled the prophylactic out—a tube of thin sheep gut and red strings.
“French letters,” she said.
His brow lifted. “You know about those? And here I thought you were an innocent.”
She reddened, “I may have… overheard a few ladies talking.”
He chuckled deeply as he made to sheath himself, but she stopped him with her words, “No… don’t. Not my first.”
Without as much as a second thought, he dropped it. Leaning in, he kissed her lavishly, then cocked her legs over his thighs again. “You are sure, Cecilia?”
“Yes, I… I need to feel this was real.”
