Chapter 38 Love #2
He raises his brows, waiting for something.
“Please,” she adds.
“Louder.”
She arches her back, looking at his full lips before meeting his gaze. “Please tie me down and make me yours.”
A low growl rumbles in his throat when he kisses her, messy and hard.
“Fuck, I love you.” With that, he pulls himself off the bed and closes all the curtains in the room, casting them in nothing but candlelight.
He strides over to his desk. Fiery light pulses against his naked, muscular back.
Four silk ties—two red, two blue—are draped over the back of his chair.
He threads them through his fingers when he returns to Claudia’s side.
Hooking her chin, he brushes his lips against hers and says, “If at any point you don’t want this, tell me to stop. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” Moving to the foot of the bed, he binds her ankles to the bedposts with the blue ties. Once secured, he slides his hands up her legs, under her dress. “Can I take this off you?”
“Yes.”
He smirks, sauntering to her side. She lifts her arms and he pulls the dress off over her head.
Cassius stares at every inch of her, awestruck and starved.
His chest rises high and falls hard. Slowly, he drags the red ties up the length of her body, teasing her before he binds her wrists to the bedposts.
After, he steps back, watching the candlelight wash over her bare skin.
“My gods,” he whispers.
“What?”
Shaking his head as though he can’t believe what he’s seeing, he caresses her face.
“You are transcendent.” He leans down and kisses just below her ear.
“Sublime.” He then kisses down the length of her body—her neck, the scarred claw marks on her chest, the swell of her breast, the curve of her waist. “Divine.”
She writhes against his mouth as he positions himself on top of her.
Her instinct is to grab on to his hair, to claw down his back, but her hands are tied.
She fights against the restraints, whimpering and moaning.
Cassius sits up, his eyes dark and desirous.
While he’s looking down into her eyes, his hands explore her skin.
He trails his fingers over her hip bones and up her belly, reaching up to circle her nipples until they harden.
Claudia moans. Her center throbs.
“You’re perfect,” Cassius murmurs. He brings his head down to her chest and says, “You’re mine,” before sucking her nipple into his mouth.
He slides his hands beneath her back and holds her body close.
As his tongue sweeps over her sensitive skin, she trembles, arching her back for more.
More pressure. More teeth. Her hips buck against his.
“I need you to lick and bite every part of me,” Claudia says, and Cassius looks up through his lashes.
His hands travel down to her hips, and he inches downward, settling between her legs.
His cheek rests on her inner thigh, his strong hand braced where her thigh meets her center.
Softly, he strokes her slit with his thumb just once.
“Here?” he teases. The heat of his voice makes her shiver.
Claudia writhes. Growls. Begs. “More. Please.”
He touches her with his thumb once more, sending hot jolts of need through her body.
“Please.” Her voice is rough and ragged. “I need it, Cassius.”
At the sound of her moaning his name, he buries his face between her thighs. His tongue moves up and down her slit over and over. Claudia tugs at her bindings, instinctively trying to get closer, to touch him the way he’s touching her, to make him feel just as good as this.
Because this is heaven. This is the best thing Claudia has ever felt in her life. Better than desirous power. Better than a taste of godhood.
Cassius’s tongue finds her most sensitive spot and alternates between soft and hard licks.
“Cas…”
He moans while sliding two fingers inside her and pushing upward.
“Fuck,” Claudia whimpers, grinding her hips. He lifts his chin, looking up at her with devilish eyes. His fingers slow.
Claudia’s pleasure ebbs for a moment. Cassius gives her just enough time to catch her breath before his tongue is swirling at her center again, and his fingers are pumping in and out.
He does this two more times—teasing, testing, tempting release just before taking it away again.
Claudia’s entire body is crying out for his touch.
After one long, slow lick up her slit, Cassius says, “I want you to come on my tongue, Star Girl.”
Claudia can do nothing but moan and thrust her hips.
Cassius licks faster, thrusts harder, forcing the pleasure inside Claudia to build beyond what can be restrained.
She shatters against him, screaming out his name as euphoria explodes in her muscles.
The feeling persists for a long time, and she completely surrenders to the wave of goodness that has come over her.
He unties her and she immediately tangles her limbs with his. Her hands tremble as she luxuriates in touching him without restraint. She memorizes every curve, dip, and swell of his body.
Cassius’s kiss tastes of her. It drives her wild.
“I need you in every possible way.”
“You want me to fuck you, Claudia?”
“I need you to fuck me, Cassius.”
Positioned on top of her, he holds her close while he thrusts himself into her. A deep, guttural moan erupts from his lips. “You feel so perfect,” he growls. He thrusts again. Harder. “Mine. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she says, writhing wildly around him.
“Good girl. So fucking good.” He fucks her hard between every word. “So. Fucking. Good.”
Seated deep inside her, Cassius leans back, stroking his thumb over her most sensitive spot.
His other hand cups her breast, fingers pinching her nipple.
He plays her body like an instrument, strumming and stroking every part of her that makes her sing.
The pleasure is intensely powerful. She loves the sensation of feeling so full while still being touched everywhere.
Raw, animalistic need overwhelms her. She claws down his back, pulling him into her as deep as he can go. She can hardly fit all of him inside. Taking every inch of him, she’s never felt so whole, so complete. So desperate for release.
Crying out his name, she comes on his cock. Every muscle in her body feels as though it’s unraveling before twisting back together. Pleasure is threaded through every fiber of her being. She feels changed. Reborn. Renewed.
Riding the wave of her orgasm, Cassius jerks his hips and erupts inside her, sending her into a second wave of pleasure. She loves the wetness, the heat, the feeling of Cassius draining himself in her.
They both collapse on the bed in each other’s arms.
After an hour of sleep, they wake up and do it all again, softer and less urgent but no less passionate.
“Tell me I’m good,” she says when he slides inside her the second time.
“You’re perfect.”
“Tell me I’m just as good as you.”
He laughs in her ear. “You’re better, Star Girl.”
She tugs his hair and looks into his eyes. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Claudia. I always have. I always will.”
When the clock gets close to midnight, Claudia sits up in Cassius’s bed and sighs. “I have to go.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Never,” he growls playfully, pulling her body close to his and wrapping her in a tight hold.
She laughs, half-heartedly pushing herself away. “I have to.”
“But you don’t want to.” He kisses her forehead. “You want to stay right here with me.”
“Of course I do.”
“So stay.”
She kisses his cheek. “I can’t, my love.”
He moans. “Say that again.”
“I can’t?”
“The other part.”
“My love.”
His eyes flutter closed. He smiles. “Again.”
“My love.”
Moaning in her ear, he says, “Don’t you want to stay here in my arms and call me that over and over?”
“Yes.”
“Then let’s do it. Stay right here. Lay your head on my chest. Let me run my fingers through your hair. And we’ll never get up again. We’ll lie together like this for the rest of our lives, and it will be perfect.”
“It sounds like a perfect plan.” She kisses him. “We’ll start tomorrow.”
“When will you be back?”
“Very late. Don’t wait up for me.”
“You think I’ll be able to sleep without you?”
“You must. We have class in the morning.”
“Who can think about class when there is love?”
“You need your rest. I’ll see you in the morning, and even better, I’ll see you tomorrow night, and we can relive this moment over and over, every second for the rest of our lives.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
His stare is intense, as if he’s searching for any hint of a lie in her eyes. Earnestly, he says, “I love you, Claudia Jolicoeur. Hurry back to me.”
With one final kiss to his lips, she whispers, “I will.”
Though she doesn’t know it yet, that will be the last lie she ever tells him.