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His handsnd on my shoulders and his breath caresses the curve of my neck.

“Not now, little beast.” The scent of night–blooming jasmine and damp earth winds under my nose and surrounds me like a lover’s embrace. “Now I just want to be with you.”

The tips of his fingers brush my skin, tracing a path from my shoulder to my nape, where with a swift motion he unsps the obsidian stone ne. The pendant grazes the skin of my breasts before falling almost silently onto the carpeted floor.

“This neck was made to wear rubies.”

With every word from his mouth, his breath caresses me and makes my hair stand on end. I’m sure there are other parts of my anatomy even more aroused. I’m dying to finally feel him for real, not just in dreams. I want to be awake and have his hands touch me and his lips kiss me. I want to feel him everywhere, drown in him, go mad.

He ys with the fabric of my dress, slowly sliding it down my shoulders, leaving a trail of fire where his fingers touch as softly as butterfly wings.

“Please…” I whimper.

“I want to take my time with you, ra.” He runs his nose along my spine and stops at the two dimples above my ass. I hear him inhale the scent of my skin. “I don’t even know where to start. Should I kiss you first? Or maybe kiss other lips that seem more desperate?” He hooks both index fingers into the waistband of my dress and pulls it down until it tangles around my ankles. “Or maybe I’ll explore other parts of

you.”

He helps me step out of the fabric and I’m left facing away from him in only a pair of tiny panties made of a material that leaves nothing to the imagination. He continues brushing his face against my skin until he reaches one of my buttocks, which receives a bite. The pain is fleeting, giving way to a tingling low in my belly. My legs give out, and before I hit the floor, Cassian catches me in his arms and leads us to the foot of the bed, where with trembling hands I lean and hold onto one of the bedposts.

He kneels again and slowly licks the mark his teeth left. I bring a hand to my chest and tug at my needy nipple, letting out a painful moan. That seems to excite him, because with a brutality that overshadows his elegance, he rips the material from between my legs.

“How much did you miss me?”

I can’t answer when I feel the tip of his tongue brushing my folds from behind. His hands cup and massage my buttocks while his mouth explores me mercilessly. The cold air in the room sweeps over all my exposed parts, though the heat of his breath only melts me more with

each second that passes.

“I didn’t hear your answer, ra.”

At the same time, he releases one of the lips he was sucking with an obscene sound. He spreads me even more with his thumbs and devours me ruthlessly. I try to close my knees to get some friction between my thighs. Without warning, he slides two fingers inside me, my channel tightens and my ability ito /ispeak crumbles into dust. I can’t think with the sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out, the growlsing from his throat and dying against my skin.

“I missed you so much,” I pant. “I need you.”

“You need me? Where?”

He drags the tip of his tongue from my swollen clit to my entrance, applies pressure as if wanting to enter me. He slides further back, tracing the line between my buttocks. A surprised sound escapes me when I feel him there.

“I’ll be here too, little beast,” he murmurs against my flesh. “There won’t be a single ce where you won’t feel me.”

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I don’t know if it’s his deration or the punishing rhythm of his tongue, but I can feel the ball of fire in my lower belly growing and growing nonstop. I dig my nails into the wooden post when he circles my clit and sucks it with just the right force to make my eyes roll back. A shiver runs through me from head to toe.

“Please, Cassian, make me…” I stop mid–sentence when I feel the intrusion of his thumb in a hole that has never been explored.

“What were you saying?”

I feel the thread of his saliva sliding between my buttocks as his finger moves in and out of me. The pain mixes with the pleasure his tongue gives me, parting me and circling my clitoris without pause. I feel the surge of climax rising over me. My nipples are so hard they ache, and my knuckles are white from gripping the pole tightly. I explode without warning, with Cassian’s name caught in my throat and my legs shaking as if they had no bones. Wetness soaks my thighs, and I have to bend almost ito /ithe floor to avoid falling t on my face. When I catch my breath, I dare to nce over my shoulder and see him with swollen lips, covered in my fluids and with a triumphant smile tattooed on his face. He’s fully dressed while I’m as naked as the day I was born.

“This isn’t fair. You’re too dressed.”

I nt a foot on his chest as he’s about to lunge at me. He grabs me by the ankle and ces a chaste kiss on the sensitive skin.

“If you want to see me naked, fix bit/b.”

The mischief and challenge shine in his beautiful blue eyes, now darkened with lust. I get on my knees on the mattress, feeling the weight of my breasts and the lingering tremble in my legs. I trace a finger along his neck until I reach the first button of his shirt. I unbutton the first one with clumsy fingers, and by the time I reach the second, Cassian’s eyes are about to start a fire. He gently brushes my hands aside and tears the shirt, the fabric falling in shreds to the floor. I hold my breath but quickly react, trying to be more efficient in ridding him of his pants. His erection springs free the moment they loosen at his hips. He gives me a little push,ying me on my back on the mattress. I watch, fascinated, as he undresses before me, perfect like a sculpture carved in stone.

“You have no idea how much I love having you beneath me.”

“Only beneath?” I arch a brow.

A sensualugh rumbles deep in his chest. He traps me with an arm on either side of my head. Our bodies brush in ces that send shivers

down my spine.

“Beneath, on top, sideways…” He traces the edge of my jaw with his lips. “I love having you in every way, at every hour.”

The tip of his length settles between my legs. I expect him to slide into me; instead, he rubs against me so that his erection gets coated in my wetness and my clit keeps swelling from the friction. I dig my nails into his shoulders, and a soft masculine groan escapes his throat. The contact of every inch of his skin with mine is maic. The room has disappeared for me–I can only see and feel him. Nothing else matters. By the way his eyes drink me in, I know he feels the same. I’ve never felt more connected to another person.

“What are iyou /ilooking at?” I whisper.

“You. I was wondering how I could have gone so long without knowing you.”

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