Marvelous sensations of pleasure shot over her skin as he whimpered beneath the onslaught of his tongue. She knew exactly what his tongue could do to her; he had shown her his talents that night on the balcony, yet she still felt a jolt of surprise at the pleasurable sensation.
Pleasure escalated, and he moved down her body, kissing a path down her abdomen and between her legs, wedging himself at her apex.
Hot pleasure shot through her loins as his tongue collided with the small bud of pleasure. She had dreamed of him licking her again, even imagined how it would feel, yet nothing had prepared her for the onslaught again as he lapped at her like a starving animal.
“Cassian…” She whimpered over and over again as he first slowed his pace, then picked it up with haste.
His mouth closed over her core with a well-timed suck, causing her to suck in a sharp breath. Her body began to tremble repeatedly when he used his tongue and lips at the same time, making her lose her mind.
Her pleasure threatened to spill over and rock her core when he suddenly drew back, leaving her cold and confused. “Why… Why did you stop?” She breathed heavily, wanting to cry from the lack of release.
Kissing a path back up her body, Cassian took his time, nipping and teasing her flesh until his strong form was positioned over her. “That is just the start of the fun, Lady Everthorne… the best part is yet to come.”
Something about the way he said her name title made her shiver with pleasure.
I am his.
Her breath halted again when she felt him beginning to position himself between her thighs, lifting her legs slightly until her knees were bent.
She could feel him nudging at her entrance, a place that only his finger had ever ventured before. She skimmed her fingers over his damp chest, his breath coming short and hard. Holding her gaze, he began inching himself in.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he commanded gently, his voice carrying through the darkness surrounding them.
As though she would, as though she would ruin this moment of their joining with complaints or whimpers.
She gritted her teeth and shut her eyes as what felt like an intense pressure, rather than a sharp pain, flared through her loins. It started as a dull ache at first, but began to ease off into soft whimpers of pleasure that escaped from her throat.
He sheathed inside of her, growing bolder as he held her ankles at an angle, allowing himself support as she focused on the incredible sensation of fullness.
“Isabella…” He groaned deeply, sounding huskier than she had ever heard his voice before.
She began to pant, focusing on her breath as the pleasurable sensations, not unlike those given with his mouth, rippled through her body. The pleasure felt different somehow when hewas moving inside of her. It was just as intense, but slower in its buildup.
Her head began to spin as she lost all concepts of time and place. All that mattered to her in that moment was the movement of their bodies, shared pleasure, and the feeling of fullness that somehow made her feel as if they were becoming one.
He sighed with deep satisfaction, groaning loudly above her with every thrust of his hips.
Her body curled and tightened around him, moving as if it possessed a mind of its own. He slid out, slipped back in. Short thrusts, hard thrusts, teasing ones, determined ones, all while he caressed and kissed and whispered that she was beautiful and perfect.
His tempo gained momentum, and the deep thrusts dominated. Liquid sensations began swirling through her.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders, scraped them down his back, and curled them into his firm buttocks as all of the desires she had been harboring for him finally came to fruition.
They moved in unison as one.
Her sighs turned to cries as the pleasure intensified. Fire consumed her as the sensations exploded, ripping through her and then bringing her back, gasping, stunned, and utterly replete as she fell back on the pillows.
Above her, Cassian grunted, moaned with a long, drawn-out groan, and then withdrew from her, and spilled his hot seed on her thigh.
Breathing heavily, he bowed his head, and they both collapsed into each other.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Isabella lay against the pillow, her breath still unsteady, her limbs warm beneath the soft weight of the coverlet.
Cassian shifted beside her, the tension in his body slowly ebbing until he finally exhaled a long breath against her shoulder. For a moment, he did nothing but rest there, pressed along her side, as though reluctant to pull away from her embrace.
But then he straightened, drawing a quiet breath.
