“Yes.”
He raises his brows, waiting for something.
“Please,” she adds.
“Louder.”
She arches her back, looking at his full lips before meeting his gaze. “Please tie me down and make me yours.”
A low growl rumbles in his throat when he kisses her, messy and hard. “Fuck, I love you.” With that, he pulls himself off the bed and closes all the curtains in the room, casting them in nothing but candlelight. He strides over to his desk. Fiery light pulses against his naked, muscular back. Four silk ties—two red, two blue—are draped over the back of his chair. He threads them through his fingers when he returns to Claudia’s side.
Hooking her chin, he brushes his lips against hers and says, “If at any point you don’t want this, tell me to stop. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” Moving to the foot of the bed, he binds her ankles to the bedposts with the blue ties. Once secured, he slides his hands up her legs, under her dress. “Can I take this off you?”
“Yes.”
He smirks, sauntering to her side. She lifts her arms and he pulls the dress off over her head. Cassius stares at every inch of her, awestruck and starved. His chest rises high and falls hard. Slowly, he drags the red ties up the length of her body, teasing her before he binds her wrists to the bedposts. After, he steps back, watching the candlelight wash over her bare skin.
“My gods,” he whispers.
“What?”
Shaking his head as though he can’t believe what he’s seeing, he caresses her face. “You are transcendent.” He leans down and kisses just below her ear. “Sublime.” He then kisses down the length of her body—her neck, the scarred claw marks on her chest, the swell of her breast, the curve of her waist. “Divine.”
She writhes against his mouth as he positions himself on top of her. Her instinct is to grab on to his hair, to claw down his back,but her hands are tied. She fights against the restraints, whimpering and moaning. Cassius sits up, his eyes dark and desirous. While he’s looking down into her eyes, his hands explore her skin. He trails his fingers over her hip bones and up her belly, reaching up to circle her nipples until they harden.
Claudia moans. Her center throbs.
“You’re perfect,” Cassius murmurs. He brings his head down to her chest and says, “You’re mine,” before sucking her nipple into his mouth. He slides his hands beneath her back and holds her body close. As his tongue sweeps over her sensitive skin, she trembles, arching her back for more. More pressure. More teeth. Her hips buck against his.
“I need you to lick and bite every part of me,” Claudia says, and Cassius looks up through his lashes. His hands travel down to her hips, and he inches downward, settling between her legs. His cheek rests on her inner thigh, his strong hand braced where her thigh meets her center. Softly, he strokes her slit with his thumb just once.
“Here?” he teases. The heat of his voice makes her shiver.
Claudia writhes. Growls. Begs. “More. Please.”
He touches her with his thumb once more, sending hot jolts of need through her body.
“Please.” Her voice is rough and ragged. “I need it, Cassius.”
At the sound of her moaning his name, he buries his face between her thighs. His tongue moves up and down her slit over and over. Claudia tugs at her bindings, instinctively trying to get closer, to touch him the way he’s touching her, to make him feel just as good as this.
Because this is heaven. This is the best thing Claudia has ever felt in her life. Better than desirous power. Better than a taste of godhood.
Cassius’s tongue finds her most sensitive spot and alternates between soft and hard licks.
“Cas…”
He moans while sliding two fingers inside her and pushing upward.
“Fuck,” Claudia whimpers, grinding her hips. He lifts his chin, looking up at her with devilish eyes. His fingers slow.
Claudia’s pleasure ebbs for a moment. Cassius gives her just enough time to catch her breath before his tongue is swirling at her center again, and his fingers are pumping in and out. He does this two more times—teasing, testing, tempting release just before taking it away again. Claudia’s entire body is crying out for his touch.
After one long, slow lick up her slit, Cassius says, “I want you to come on my tongue, Star Girl.”
