flesh. I look down to watch the light gleam off her bracelet, raining across the V of my bared torso, as she does. The sight is so damn sublime. She is mine, just as much as I am hers. Only one element would make the snapshot complete.
My ring on her finger.
Christ.
Am I out of my damn mind?
And if I am, do I even want that mind back?
Ella plucks back by an inch, far enough to yank up her head, her timing making me wonder if my spirit has betrayed me to her yet again. But that’s not it. There’s more in her eyes, across her face…a searching question of her own…a lunging of her soul for mine. A needy roll of her body against mine…
A connection of her heart to mine, rendering us both mute in its inexplicable force. Caught, Immobilized. Breathless. Overwhelmed.
“Dear God.” It finally chokes out of me.
“By the Creator,” she practically gurgles in return.
“What the hell are you doing to me?”
I don’t expect the hard contortion of her face…the thick tears that brim in her eyes. But I don’t question them, either. I just…let them be. Kiss at them, reverent and grateful for them, as she finally husks out, “Just loving you, Cassian.” She presses back in, twining her arms around my neck. Tighter. Then even tighter. “Just let me do that, okay?”
I nod, letting my nose bump hers in the doing. Letting my mouth find hers, and seal back over hers. Letting my tongue sink back against hers, plunging and wet and passionate. “You’re on, lady.”
She smiles, sucking the breath from my body and injecting the blood into my dick, in the two seconds I allow before claiming her again. Our tongues swirl and dance as our mouths open and taste. Our hands explore and delve, enticing what arousal they can despite the maddening state of our clothes—too damn much—and the insane state of our lust—too damn hot—until I’ve pushed her against the chaise and suddenly flip her around, facing the thing.
“Get on,” I instruct in a pair of terse growls. “Grab the headrest with both arms, then kneel with your ass facing me.”
She is breathless and flushed, nodding before she obeys. As soon as she does, I center myself on the cushion behind her, and start to flip up those ridiculous tutu layers between my body and her heat. With every swipe of motion, I get a waft of her exotic perfume and her needy pussy, giving me hope that—
“Yessss.” I snarl it in approval, beholding the creamy sight of her bare ass—and glistening sex. “You really did just want to stay in tonight, didn’t you?”
An adorable giggle tumbles out of her—until my touch interrupts her seduction. “Well,” she rasps, “I told you…there is shrimp scampi.”
“Which we could get during a night on the town too.”
Her pout bleeds into her voice. “Oh, but then you would have underwear to deal with…”
“Oh?” I don’t hold back on the sexual prowl of it, relishing how it leaves my lips, enters her ear, and resonates through her body in wave after wave of enticed shivers. “Who says I’d have underwear to deal with, armeau? You?” I run my touch from the backs of her knees to the crack of her ass then back again. “If we went out and I told you to leave the panties at home, you’d fucking leave them at home.” With dual grips on her hips, I hitch her backward then up, rubbing her sex against my fly…spreading her intimate lips with my erection. “What do you say to that, Miss Santelle?”
She shivers again. I’ve just hit a hundred of her erotic buttons at once, and we both rejoice in what it does to her sweet, wet pussy.
“I—I say—” She stops, gasping hard, as I unbutton my pants…letting her feel every motion of it. “Yes,” she finally blurts. “Yes, Cassian…if—if you wanted me to leave the panties at home, I would.”
“Good girl,” I grate into her ear. “And…if I told you that the sight of your tits in this dress made my cock drip with wanting you…what would you do?”
I watch her lush profile, tawny lashes closing against her dark pink cheeks. The wisp of a smile teases her lips. “I would…spill ice water down on my breasts,” she murmurs. “Not a whole glass; just enough to get down onto my nipples, and make them harder for you.”
“Because they’d already be hard, from lusting after me too?”
“Yes.” Her chest pumps, faster and faster, against