Cassie lost herself in
his eyes—so dark now the tiny ring of light-brown around the edge glowed. It
was like looking into the heart of a solar eclipse, seeing eternity and
wanting, so badly, to become a part of it.
“Will you trust me, Cassandra?” The hint of an accent in his
voice was more noticeable now, but there was no mistaking the mixture of appeal
and command. “Trust me to take you where you’ve never been before?”
He already had, but she wasn’t prepared to admit that—could
hardly bear to admit it to herself, much less to him—and wished she had the
control to say something, to hide just how badly affected she was by what
they’d shared so far. It was, she knew, a forlorn hope. Sagging against the
door, scarcely able to stand, her body shivering uncontrollably with need,
there was no doubt he knew exactly how close he’d taken her to release without
even a touch on the more intimate parts of her body. What did he plan to do
next, that he demanded her agreement? Just wondering made her even weaker with
lust, had her thinking she shouldn’t say yes, shouldn’t take the chance of
finding out exactly how much further he could push her.
She nodded.
Xbal smiled and Cassie’s heart turned over, began to pound
even harder at that expression of mingled triumph and delight.
Still holding her gaze, he crouched lower, dipped his head
and she caught a glimpse of his tongue as he dampened his lips. She shuddered,
tilting her hips to open even wider for him, ravenous for the pleasure his eyes
so freely promised.
Slick heat circling the entrance to her pussy had her head
dropping back, her spine arching as she attempted to get closer to his wicked
mouth. Holding her almost immobilized, Xbal flicked and slipped his tongue
along her outer lips, through her folds, everywhere but on her clitoris, which
pulsed in time to her racing heart. Just one lick there, she knew, and she’d be
gone—blasted into the stratosphere—so she writhed and squirmed, trying to get
him to do it, hoping he’d slip, take pity, have mercy on her overwrought body. But
Xbal was a master tormentor. He wasn’t allowing her to mess with whatever
diabolical plan he had in store. Over and over again he circled around the
straining bundle of nerves, never touching, never giving her more than a hint
of what he could do if he concentrated his focus there.
Just ask for it.
Somehow she knew if she did, he’d give her what she craved,
take her over the top, but the part of her psyche she kept just for herself,
that she never allowed anyone to access, wouldn’t allow it. Giving in, begging,
would be crossing a line she’d drawn for herself, and couldn’t afford to cross.
So she stayed silent, even as her body tried to speak for her and inside she
was screaming, please, please, please .
Was this what he’d meant when he said he’d make her beg? Did
he think she was so weak she’d give in just because he’d refused to give her
the satisfaction she wanted?
She wished she could convince herself she wouldn’t beg soon
if he didn’t take her to orgasm. Realistically, she was on the verge of doing
just that and the realization should have made her angry, should cause her
desperate need to abate, but it didn’t.
By Sol, I’m lost.
He pulled away slightly, leaving her shivering and bereft,
her hips pulsing in his grip.
“Are you ready, darling?” His breath rushed over her, warm
even against the heat and dampness between her quivering thighs. “Trust me. I
promise, it’ll be worth it.”
Cassie couldn’t reply, so it was just as well he didn’t wait
for an answer. His thumb moved to the top of her cleft and pulled up, the
shifting of the flesh over her clitoris so sublime it took her up onto her
toes. He’d pulled back the hood, she knew, exposing the sensitive, engorged
flesh beneath.
She held her breath.
But she wasn’t prepared for the first touch of his tongue,
for it wasn’t soft and slick but slightly rough, and Cassie
his eyes—so dark now the tiny ring of light-brown around the edge glowed. It
was like looking into the heart of a solar eclipse, seeing eternity and
wanting, so badly, to become a part of it.
“Will you trust me, Cassandra?” The hint of an accent in his
voice was more noticeable now, but there was no mistaking the mixture of appeal
and command. “Trust me to take you where you’ve never been before?”
He already had, but she wasn’t prepared to admit that—could
hardly bear to admit it to herself, much less to him—and wished she had the
control to say something, to hide just how badly affected she was by what
they’d shared so far. It was, she knew, a forlorn hope. Sagging against the
door, scarcely able to stand, her body shivering uncontrollably with need,
there was no doubt he knew exactly how close he’d taken her to release without
even a touch on the more intimate parts of her body. What did he plan to do
next, that he demanded her agreement? Just wondering made her even weaker with
lust, had her thinking she shouldn’t say yes, shouldn’t take the chance of
finding out exactly how much further he could push her.
She nodded.
Xbal smiled and Cassie’s heart turned over, began to pound
even harder at that expression of mingled triumph and delight.
Still holding her gaze, he crouched lower, dipped his head
and she caught a glimpse of his tongue as he dampened his lips. She shuddered,
tilting her hips to open even wider for him, ravenous for the pleasure his eyes
so freely promised.
Slick heat circling the entrance to her pussy had her head
dropping back, her spine arching as she attempted to get closer to his wicked
mouth. Holding her almost immobilized, Xbal flicked and slipped his tongue
along her outer lips, through her folds, everywhere but on her clitoris, which
pulsed in time to her racing heart. Just one lick there, she knew, and she’d be
gone—blasted into the stratosphere—so she writhed and squirmed, trying to get
him to do it, hoping he’d slip, take pity, have mercy on her overwrought body. But
Xbal was a master tormentor. He wasn’t allowing her to mess with whatever
diabolical plan he had in store. Over and over again he circled around the
straining bundle of nerves, never touching, never giving her more than a hint
of what he could do if he concentrated his focus there.
Just ask for it.
Somehow she knew if she did, he’d give her what she craved,
take her over the top, but the part of her psyche she kept just for herself,
that she never allowed anyone to access, wouldn’t allow it. Giving in, begging,
would be crossing a line she’d drawn for herself, and couldn’t afford to cross.
So she stayed silent, even as her body tried to speak for her and inside she
was screaming, please, please, please .
Was this what he’d meant when he said he’d make her beg? Did
he think she was so weak she’d give in just because he’d refused to give her
the satisfaction she wanted?
She wished she could convince herself she wouldn’t beg soon
if he didn’t take her to orgasm. Realistically, she was on the verge of doing
just that and the realization should have made her angry, should cause her
desperate need to abate, but it didn’t.
By Sol, I’m lost.
He pulled away slightly, leaving her shivering and bereft,
her hips pulsing in his grip.
“Are you ready, darling?” His breath rushed over her, warm
even against the heat and dampness between her quivering thighs. “Trust me. I
promise, it’ll be worth it.”
Cassie couldn’t reply, so it was just as well he didn’t wait
for an answer. His thumb moved to the top of her cleft and pulled up, the
shifting of the flesh over her clitoris so sublime it took her up onto her
toes. He’d pulled back the hood, she knew, exposing the sensitive, engorged
flesh beneath.
She held her breath.
But she wasn’t prepared for the first touch of his tongue,
for it wasn’t soft and slick but slightly rough, and Cassie
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