Cassian (The Immortal Highland Centurions #2) - Jayne Castel Page 0,81

just made. “Ye are?”

He nodded and stepped closer still, the heat of his body drawing her in. “I scorned Maximus when he fell for your sister, you know?”

Aila inclined her head, waiting for him to continue.

“We had an unspoken pact, and he broke it. I felt betrayed. I told him he was an idiot for taking such a risk when we haven’t yet broken the curse.”

“I’m sure Draco would have agreed with ye.”

Cassian huffed a sigh, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. “He does, but when I look at Draco these days, all I see is a bitter husk of a man. Do I really want to end up like him?”

Aila let out a shuddering breath. His touch was making it hard to concentrate. “I don’t know,” she replied weakly. “Do ye?”

“No.”

He drew her against him then, his mouth covering hers for a deep, sensual kiss.

Aila trembled. His lips and tongue were achingly tender. He kissed her as if she was the most precious thing in the world. He’d said he loved her, but she didn’t need to hear the words—for his kiss told it all.

Joy built in her chest until her ribs started to ache. Her hands slid up, and she linked them around his neck. She stood on tip-toe so that she could deepen the embrace.

With a groan deep in his throat, Cassian hauled her against him.

And in a heartbeat, the kiss went from tender to fierce.

Aila forgot everything except the man whose hard, muscular body now pressed against hers. She lost herself in his taste and the rasp of his stubble against her lips. He smelt of leather and tasted of warm, spicy, delicious male. She couldn’t form one coherent thought.

All she wanted was him.

Cassian lifted her against him, spun her around, and pressed her up against the door. When his hands delved beneath her skirts, sliding up the naked skin of her thighs, Aila let out a soft whimper.

Memories of their night together crashed over her: the excitement, the hunger, the need to possess—and to be possessed. The disappointment that had followed that night had obliterated those memories, and she’d deliberately not dwelled upon them, for the pain that followed was almost unbearable.

But she could let it all go now.

Hands shaking with desperate need, she fumbled with the laces on his braies. Somehow though, she managed to release them, and his shaft sprang free. Her fingers closed around his hard, throbbing girth. The skin was so hot, so soft, in contrast to the iron strength beneath her fingers.

She stroked his engorged shaft while they kissed, thrilling at how he groaned against her mouth, how his hips bucked against her. Encouraged, she increased her tempo. An ache rose between her legs as she remembered just how good he’d felt inside her.

Cassian’s agonized moan filled the armory. And then he was lifting her higher still, kneeing her trembling thighs apart.

He drove into her, sheathing himself fully in one deep thrust.

Aching pleasure shivered through Aila, radiating out from the cradle of her hips. The sensation was almost unbearable. She buried her face in his neck, biting down on his flesh to prevent herself from crying out.

Whispering something to her in a tongue she didn’t understand, Cassian took hold of her hips, slowly withdrew, and then drove into her once more.

Now it was Aila’s turn to buck against him. Their coupling that night in Stirling Castle had left her breathless, but she’d been a virgin then, and there had been a little pain at first. Not so now—this time her body sang from the moment he entered her.

Aila widened her thighs, welcoming him deeper still. Pleasure thrummed through her, turning her reckless and wild. When Cassian’s lips found hers again, she thrust her tongue against his, urging him to take her harder still.

And he did. Their mouths fused, their cries smothered, they writhed together against the door.

Aila clung to him. Her vision speckled now, dizziness sweeping over her. The pleasure was almost too much, yet she didn’t pull back from the brink. Instead, she let herself fall into him, let the last shreds of control unravel. And likewise, Cassian gave her everything.

He’d made passionate love to her in Stirling, yet a violent storm swept through the armory this afternoon. His strong body trembled, and his mouth on hers was a brand. He plunged into her as if nothing else in the world mattered, and when Aila arched against him, biting into his shoulder once more to smother a