Page 84 of Cruel Deception
His head dips lower, his dark hair brushing my inner thighs, and I gasp as his teeth graze the sensitive skin of my clit, a soft bite that sends a pulse of pleasure-pain through me.
“Cassian,” I moan, my voice a desperate plea, my body trembling under his touch.
He dives deeper, his tongue plunging into me, hot and unrelenting, fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes.
My hips buck, a sweet moan escaping as he sucks, his mouth claiming me with a hunger that sets my nerves alight.
My hands move without thought, fingers tangling in his hair, urging him closer, deeper, as if my life depends on this—on him devouring me.
He groans against me, the vibration sending a shockwave through my core, and I cry out, “Damn!” My body jerks, my clit aching, pulsing, every nerve screaming for release as he takes me with everything he’s got, his tongue a relentless force.
“Cassian!” I moan again, his name a prayer on my lips, my voice raw with need.
“Yeah,” he growls, his voice muffled, thick with desire, “my name’s the only one you scream.” His words are possessive, unhinged, a vow that brands me as his, and my body responds, a fire building low in my belly, my breath hitching as I teeter on the edge of orgasm.
“Not so soon, baby,” he murmurs, pulling back, his blindfolded face unreadable but his voice dripping with control.
The word “baby” sends butterflies rioting in my stomach, a soft contrast to the brutal man who tortured my rapists and broke his brother’s arm.
My body aches, dissatisfied, so close to the edge, and I whimper, my hips lifting, begging for him to finish what he started.
He leans up, capturing my lips in a kiss that’s all heat and hunger, his tongue tangling with mine, the taste of myself on him intoxicating.
“You taste so fucking good,” he moans into my mouth, his voice rough, obsessive, and I arch into him, my waist rising, silently pleading for him to take me.
His kiss deepens, passionate, consuming, and I melt into it, my hands clutching his shoulders, feeling the scar tissue under my fingers, a reminder of his violence and my desire.
He pulls back slightly, still blindfolded, and I feel him shift, his hand guiding his cock to my entrance.
The first touch is slow, deliberate, his thick length sliding into me, filling me inch by inch, stretching me until I’m trembling, my walls clenching around him.
I gasp, my body jerking as he thrusts, slow at first, each movement a controlled invasion, his groan low and guttural.
“Fuck,” I moan, my voice breaking, “don’t stop, please.” The word slips out, despite his hatred of it but I’m too lost in the heat, the way he’s fucking me, hard and deep, his hips driving with a rhythm that sets my body ablaze.
It’s scorching, my skin burning, every thrust igniting a fire that consumes me.
His blindfold keeps him from my scars, but his touch sees me, claims me, his hands gripping my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he pounds into me, relentless, obsessive.
My clit pulses, my body climbing toward that sweet edge again, and I know I’m close, the pleasure so intense it’s almost pain. “Please,” I moan, desperate, “I can’t—don’t stop.” My voice is a sob, my hands clutching the sheets, my body arching to meet his thrusts.
He doesn’t stop, thank God, his pace unyielding, thrusting deeper, harder, his groans mixing with my moans, a primal symphony.
My body convulses, the orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave, and I scream, “Cassian!” my voice raw, shattering as I release, my walls pulsing around him.
He growls, a feral sound, and I feel him come undone, his thrusts erratic as he spills into me, hot and merciless, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
Panting, he collapses beside me, pulling me onto his chest, my naked body draped over his, his scars pressed against my own.
I’m exhausted, satisfied, my limbs heavy with a pleasure I’ve never known—not like this, not with this intensity.
His body is a furnace, a place of comfort I never expected, his heartbeat steady under my cheek.
I trace the scars on his abs, six jagged lines, wondering what battles carved them, but my eyes grow heavy, my breath slowing. I don’t know when I drift off, nestled against him, my enemy, my husband, my world now his.
When I opened my eyes again, he was no longer beside me.
But my body still throbbed.
