“I do. We haven’t tried out your bed yet.”
“In my experience, you hardly ever stay on the bed.”
He picked her up and walked her over, kissing her along the way. He settled her down and she held onto his neck, not letting go of him. Cassandra didn’t want to. She wanted to cling to him forever.
He kissed her and felt her up, finally reaching the apex between her legs and moaning when he pressed against her. She fell to the bed and finally released his neck.
Cassandra looked up at Antoine, taking his shirt off and her eyes took in the hard chest, sprinkled with dark hair. She sat up, running her fingers through it and whining when he got off the bed to get the rest of his clothes off.
“So, are you going to do that eye-glowy thing like you did last time?”
“Eye glowy thing? What are you talking about?”
“You know, the first time we were together and you lost control, your eyes glowed.”
Antoine grinned. “Ah, my dragon coming out. It chose you, you know. I would have eventually. I knew that I wanted you from the start, but it was my dragon that claimed you as its own.”
“You talk about it like it’s not a part of you, but something added.”
“It is a part of me, but it is separate from me as well, if that makes sense. When it comes out, it doesn’t do it often, and it’s for something very important. The first time saved my life against bullies that threw me off of a bridge. It came out then and I flew for the first time. It came out with you, because I needed you that badly in my life. It was a desperate situation.”
“Oh.”
She felt disappointed with his answer, but when he asked her what was wrong, she didn’t respond right away. Cassandra didn’t know how to describe how she was feeling, not right then.
“Not good enough?”
Cassandra smiled and waved him off, telling him that it was nothing like that.
“No?”
She shook her head. “No, I was just hoping that your dragon could come out and play.”
Antoine’s eyes widened for a moment and he told her again how surprising she was.
“Is it really that surprising that I’d want a big, strong man like you? I like when you lose control and take me with you.”
Cassandra was unbuttoning her shirt and letting her skirt rise up on her legs. She wanted him to see her, really see her, and then give her what she needed. Cassandra didn’t realize how quickly her plan would work and how strong Antoine’s reaction would be.
It was almost immediate. He was looking at her, and then his eyes glowed, and she gasped. “This is what you wanted, no?”
She agreed, but it was still a sight to see. He was back on the bed, eyes leading the way and she stopped taking off what was left. She was transfixed by the way he looked at her and the expression on his face. It was like he was gone and something else was in its place.
Cassandra tried to joke with him, but he was too serious. He yanked her down the bed by her ankles, until she was hanging off of the bed rather unceremoniously. She whimpered as he ripped her clothes off the rest of the way and then pressed his hand against her.
“Antoine, wait.”
Antoine didn’t wait, though. He instead slammed forward, sending her toward the headboard. He just yanked her back and held her in place, so no matter how much force was put into a thrust, she no longer moved away from him.
Cassandra came repeatedly, calling for more, less, everything. She was to her limit, past it most likely, but Antoine wasn’t even slowing down. She finally had to beg him to come. It had worked before, when he was lost in the moment, and that time was no different.
His lips pressed down on hers, while his hips went forward. He held her there as he grew inside of her, filling her to the brink of collapse and then letting her go, moving out of her and relieving her. She sighed and closed her eyes. Cassandra laid like that for several minutes, until her vision wasn’t so blurry.
“Wow.”
He chuckled. “Did it feel good?”
She agreed, smiling widely. “Yes, it felt so good. It was like you were someone else, but still you. It was so weird, but so hot.”
