“Stunning,” he breathed.
“Aero—”
He lowered himself between her thighs, spreading her open with gentle hands. The first brush of his tongue against her clit made her cry out, her hips bucking off the bed.
“So sensitive,” he murmured against her slick flesh. “So responsive. I could do this for hours.”
He proceeded to prove it.
His tongue traced patterns that made her see stars—long, slow licks interspersed with focused pressure on her clit. When he slid two fingers inside her, curling them to find the spot that made her scream, she nearly came off the bed entirely.
“Oh gods—” She fisted her hands in the sheets, in his hair, anywhere she could reach. “Aero, I can’t—I’m going to?—”
“Then let go.” He sucked her clit into his mouth, fingers pumping steadily. “Come for me, Cassia. I want to taste you.”
She shattered on his tongue with a ragged cry, her whole body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed through her. He didn’t stop—kept licking, sucking, working her through theorgasm until she was shaking and oversensitive and pushing weakly at his shoulders.
“Too much,” she gasped. “Oh gods, that was—you can’t possibly have learned that from flashcards.”
He kissed his way back up her body, a smug smile curving his lips. “I’m a researcher. I did extensive reading on the subject.”
“Remind me to thank whatever library you visited.” She pulled him down for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips. The intimacy of it sent a fresh pulse of heat through her veins. “But now I need more. I need you inside me.”
He groaned against her mouth. “Cassia?—”
She reached between them, wrapping her hand around his hard length. He was thick and hot, silk over steel, and when she stroked him, his whole body shuddered.
“Now,” she demanded. “I need you now.”
The first slide into her pulled a moan from both of them. He stilled, forehead pressed to hers, breathing ragged.
“Okay?” The question came out rough.
“Perfect.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t.
He started slow—long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive nerve ending. She felt every inch of him, the delicious stretch, the fullness that bordered on overwhelming. His hips rolled against hers in a rhythm that was almost lazy, almost controlled.
“Faster,” she gasped, raking her nails down his back. “I won’t break.”
Something flickered in his gaze—hunger, barely leashed. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure. Show me what you’ve been holding back.”
His control snapped.
His hips snapped forward, driving into her with a force that made her cry out. Not pain—pleasure so intense, it stole her breath. He set a punishing pace, each thrust hitting a spot deep inside her that sent sparks shooting through her veins.
“Yes—” She arched beneath him, meeting him stroke for stroke. “Gods, yes, just like that?—”
The wet sounds of their bodies joining filled the room, punctuated by her gasps and his groans. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, changing the angle, going deeper. She screamed.
“There?” His voice was rough, wrecked. “Right there?”
“Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop?—”
He didn’t. He drove into that spot over and over, relentless and precise, while his thumb found her clit and circled with devastating accuracy.
