Breathless, I nod in agreement, and Rhys carefully sets me down and unlocks the car.
I’ve barely got the back door open when he grabs me around the waist and tackles me onto the back seat. His arms go around my waist, pinning me to his chest, and I open my thighs, wrapping my legs around his hips.
One of his hands slides down to grab my ass, and the other comes up to cup the back of my head as he kisses me. His tongue flicks into my mouth, searching for mine, and I lean back into the pressure of his hand, responding to his kiss and going limp in his arms.
While he explores my mouth and keeps one hand cupped behind my head, his other hand gropes and squeezes at my ass, hips, and back up to my breasts. When he rubs his rough, strongpalm against my still-hard nipple, I start to cry out before the sound is swallowed by our kiss.
Rhys thrusts towards me, and I hook my ankles around him, arching against his body. He growls softly, letting go of my head and trailing his tongue down my neck and chest. His hard hands grab my hips as he goes from one nipple to the other, licking, sucking, and teasing with the sharp edges of his teeth.
I thrash under him, moaning helplessly as waves of desire crash through me, wiping my mind clean with ripples of intense pleasure. Rhys runs his hands down my hips towards my thighs, his tongue licking a slick trail down my belly.
My hips buck up and down, the throbbing in my clit, and the ache deep inside so strong, it hurts. Lines of fire streak across my skin, making my nipples hard and stealing my breath. I’m gasping for air when Rhys runs his hands along my inner thighs, shoves them apart, and plunges his tongue into my pussy.
I thrash under him, not sure if I’m screaming or if I even have breath left to use my voice. His hands tighten on my thighs as he pushes my legs even further apart, and he growls as his tongue dives deeper, exploring the slick folds and diving into the throbbing slit.
I grab his head with one hand, twisting my fingers into his hair as I thrust my hips towards him. He groans in pleasure, a muffled sound that vibrates through me as I feel his tongue licking even deeper inside me. I tighten my grip on his hair and rock my hips forward, desperate for more.
Rhys pulls back a little for air, and I pull his hair a little, but he doesn’t even react as he strokes the tip of his tongue up through my throbbing, slick folds to tease my clit. I pull his hair again, my hips bucking up and down, but he braces his handson my thighs and keeps up with feather-light touches from his tongue and lips.
Shuddering with need, I let go of his hair and put my hands over my face, shaking my head back and forth. I lean back, legs open wide, thrusting my hips towards him. Rhys licks and sucks down to my slit again, then slowly back to my clit, teasing me with slippery kisses from his lips.
I’m gasping and shivering when he wraps his mouth around my clit and sucks on it, making me scream and grab his hair again. He makes a soft sound, almost a chuckle, and wraps his lips even tighter around my clit, sucking and alternating with hard laps from the flat of his tongue.
I yank on his hair as I thrust my hips towards him, the pleasure he’s giving me intensifying the ache inside and making my whole body scream like an alarm bell. Rhys slows down again, going back to soft, gentle touches, and a long, agonized moan rips out of my throat.
Then Rhys slides two fingers into me, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking on it at the same time. A scream pours out of me, and I yank his hair as my hips buck crazily up and down, the pressure of his fingers inside me and his lips around my clit bringing me to a raging orgasm that explodes somewhere deep inside, the ache turning into a blissful wave of pleasure that crashes through me like an immensely strong clash of thunder.
I feel Rhys pull back a little, laying light kisses across the outer lips of my pussy as he slides his fingers out, teasing me a little as he does. All I can do is lay there shivering, trying to recover, trying to remember why I’m resisting this man.
That was more than just sex… wasn’t it?
In the blissful afterglow, I truly can’t be sure, so I turn my mind from it and enjoy the sensations in my body for as long as I can.
Chapter 11 - Rhys
Cassie’s laughter cascades around me, truly one of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard. The sun is warm on my back as I chase her through the thick forest surrounding the park, deliberately holding back to let her get ahead of me.
When we’ve gone some distance from the main park, I speed up a bit to catch her, wrestling her to the ground and tickling her. She shrieks with glee, wriggling as she reaches out to pat my cheeks with her tiny hands.
I love you more than I thought it was possible to love anything! God, I wish I could tell her…
A sharp pang of regret runs through me when I think of all the years I lost, never knowing her, and the uncertainty of the future that looms ahead of us.
If we find the cure, the elders want us to just “get rid” of Sadie, and no one is giving me any specifics. It can’t be as simple as dissolving the marriage and letting her leave, because they’d never let Cassie go, and neither would I.
Cassie giggles again, reaching for me, and I sit up with her in my lap, stroking her pale blond hair.
“Mom should be finished with work soon,” I say. “We should get back.”
“Not yet,” she replies, looking up into the canopy of trees. The sunlight flickers down, dappling her in a golden glow. A gentle breeze whispers in the leaves, and Cassie closes her eyes, as if she’s listening to a song I can’t hear.
“What do you feel, kiddo?” I ask.
“Something,” she mutters. “I don’t know. It feels strange.”
“Can you tell me more?”
Cassie shakes her head, her eyes still closed. “It’s like... my ears can hear things too far away, but when I try to listen, it goes away.”
