Supernatural Inmate (Supernatural Captivity #1) - Avery Song Page 0,55
his cheek to ensure he was real. The hot, smooth surface made me smile, and I gave in to what my body has always wanted from Tristan and the others.
Intimacy.
My lips pressed his, my hunger for our connection evident in the way Tristan had to use one hand to still my chin.
"Easy, Cass," he warned, his voice even lower. "If you aren't careful, I won't stop."
"Don't," I muttered and moved forward to kiss him again. This time he reciprocated my kiss with his own, the two off us fighting the other's desire to dominate.
Tristan ended up winning, shifting his body just slightly so his knee was between my legs, teasing my hot and needy entrance.
"Tristan," I moaned. "I missed you."
My voice was breathy and full of sadness. I hadn't realized I was crying, and my words only made me want to sob. Tristan kissed me harder, giving me a second to breathe as he tucked his head between my neck and shoulder.
"You have no idea how crazy we've been without you, Cassandra. So fucking crazy." His low growl came with a smothering kiss to my neck, making me moan as I let my head back, hoping he wouldn't stop doing what he was doing.
"Every night," he whispered between kisses. "Every night we searched. Until Omarion told us what was going on. I should have been relieved, but it only made me angrier. It made all of us so mad that our Princess, our beloved, was trapped under here and we could do absolutely nothing."
He moved back to kiss me passionately, his feelings making each kiss more urgent. His free hand roamed the right side of my body, massaging my breast while his knee pressed slightly against my folds.
"Leaving your needs unattended pisses me off even more."
My hips moved of their own accord, my pussy gliding up and down, my desire to be stimulated there growing hard to ignore.
"Then help fulfill them," I begged, desperate for him. I opened my eyes as his lips brushed mine.
"What if you don't want this?"
The hurt in his voice made a low grumble vibrate against my throat.
"I've wanted each of you for so long, but my stupid, stubborn, naive ass didn't realize until I almost died." My eyes watered at the memory, and he sealed my lips before I could say another thing.
He moved his leg from between mine, replacing it with his hand and beginning to stimulate my clit with slow, circular movements of his finger.
I moaned, kissing him harder as my hands moved along his chest and up to grip his shoulders.
"We...can't be too loud," I whispered against his lips, remembering about the sound barriers being modified.
"I'd be a fool if I didn't know about those stupid sound barriers. I put my own up when Omarion left." He paused to look down at me, his fingers moving from my clit to right between my folds, gathering my aroused juices with two fingers. "I want to hear you moan for just me. Don't you dare muffle such music to my ears."
His fingers slid right into me, and I moaned in relief at how fulfilling it felt.
"Just like that," Tristan encouraged, his fingers beginning to slide deeper each time they moved in and out. He occupied my neck with his kisses, laying nibbles and bites before sucking the sensitive flesh.
My body felt like it was on fire; the heat that was swarming me made me want even more of Tristan. It was different than what I'd felt earlier. It was like coursing energy running through me, leaving currents of desire behind.
"Faster, Tristan," I begged. My orgasm was already close, which was both a good and a bad thing. I wasn't ready for it to end after I came.
As if sensing my worry, he leaned in to whisper in my ear, "This is only the beginning, Princess. We haven't enjoyed the main course."
He sped up, his finger thrusts fast and deep enough to send me into a wild frenzy as I came. My cum was all over his fingers as he drew them up, giving me a second to catch my breath.
"I love how wet you are," he praised. "Wonder if my cock will please you."
That had me excited, and he noticed it in my eyes.
"So easily pleased, Cass," he whispered, moving down to flick my left nipple with his tongue. I knew he was doing this to give me more time to think things through, but my mind was set.