10. Burn
Faith
“I missed you, Sir.”What was I, fucking crazy? I couldn’t believe I’d said that to Cassius Blackwood! But as the words sprung from my mouth, I recognized them as the truth. I had missed him.
It would just make this hurt so much worse.
The billionaire was so handsome it almost hurt to look at him. Cassius was resplendent in a black tuxedo, his dark hair tousled, stubble sprinkling his jaw, his beard peppered with silvery-gray. Diamond-and-onyx cufflinks winked from beneath his jacket. He’d dressed for the occasion, formal attire for a revered, sacred event—deflowering the virgin.
“Come here,” Cassius commanded, ordering me to his side. I crossed the Master Chamber to join him. The suite was perfect for the occasion. It was dark, decadent, and glossy, with an enormous crystal chandelier that emitted diffuse, sparkly lighting. Inky-black bedding and crimson accents screamed sex, as did the various toys I’d discovered in the nightstand’s cabinet. I didn’t recognize most of them, but it didn’t matter. By the night’s end, I would graduate from clueless to indoctrinated. I’d be innocent no more.
I reached the billionaire. Cassius snaked his arm around me, and my heart somersaulted. His scent, something masculine and earthy, surrounded me. My mouth literally watered as I nestled against his powerful chest. It was a relief to be back in his arms. It was as if I belonged there, and I’d returned to my rightful place by his side.
These feelings were only going to get me into trouble. But I was helpless against them, just like I was no match for my attraction to Cassius. Being back in his arms set me on fire. I got slick and wet between my legs. Touching him made me feel hot all over. It was like I had some sort of delicious fever, something I would absofuckinglutely need to recover from. I might need an antidote.
But what if the only cure was him?
Am I addicted to Cassius?I had nothing to compare it to, but that’s what it felt like. I’d longed to be back in his arms, and I felt alive again as soon as I was. I was getting my fix. I could feel my heart beating inside my chest, pumping the blood, circulating my drug of choice through my system. My eyes feasted on every inch of his handsome face, tracing the lines around his eyes. I ached to memorize him. Maybe if I did, I could hold on to this…
But I didn’t know what I was trying to hold on to. All I knew was that Cassius Blackwood had put a spell on me, and now that he’d entered my bloodstream, I was no longer in control of myself.
We collided without words; there was no need to speak. The heat between us said it all. He sank his hands into my hair, possessively pulling me closer. His tongue darted into my mouth. I moaned and arched my back, relishing the connection. Cassius flexed his hips, and I felt him fully stiff and erect against me. Hot pride bloomed in my chest.
He wants me. He wants me as much as I want him.
Cassius deepened the kiss, and I ached with need. Shamelessly, I ground myself against him, the friction building even more heat between us. It was almost unbearable. I was slick, wet, weeping for him. The fever spiked, making me hot, making me wild. He thrust against me like he was trying to fuck me through his suit. I half-hoped, and he was successful; I was feeling so crazy. I moaned, running my hands through his thick hair and rubbing my face against his scratchy beard.
You’re mine.
I’m yours.
Take me.
My want had turned to need. It turned to fire, burning me.
Cassius moved me toward the bed, his hands still gripping my hips.
He pulled back, breathing hard. His pupils were dilated with desire. “It’s time, Faith.”
“I’m ready, Sir.”It was a truth and a lie at the same time, braided together. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything. At the same time, I felt wholly unprepared. The jumble of emotions inside me, the feverish feel of my skin—all signs pointed to me being completely out of control. That wasn’t like me.
But maybe it was time to let go. If only for one precious night.
He gently grasped my chin, lifting my face so our eyes met. “It gives me pleasure to be the one to take your virginity, Faith. Thank you for the honor.”
Moved, I blinked back tears. “I’m glad it’s you, Sir.”That, at least, was the truth.
Cassius unzipped my gown in one swift movement, and it fell to the floor. I stood naked and vulnerable before him.
“So beautiful,”he said, tracing his finger over my bare skin. “So pure.”
He leaned closer, his cool breath running over my collarbone. My nipples pebbled painfully at erect attention, waiting to be lavished. I shivered as he gently kissed me, taking his time, tasting my skin, his lips smooth and firm against my flesh. He put his palms on my hips once more, positioning me in front of him. I felt the whisper of his erection at first, then the full pressure of him as he pressed against me.
He gripped my hips, pulsing me against his hard length. His kisses turned to playful bites, teasing my burning skin.
My thighs slipped against each other as I rubbed against the billionaire, a virgin cat in heat. Cassius chuckled darkly—he already knew how much I wanted him. His kisses nipped me up and down on my shoulder, my chest, my breasts. I ached with need. Please, I wanted to beg. Don’t make me wait any longer.
Cassius paused to strip out of his jacket. Finally! Never taking his eyes off me, he removed his cufflinks, placed them in his pockets, and stripped out of the rest of his clothes. The billionaire was a big man, tall, large, and muscled. My insides quivered as I devoured him with my eyes. He was built like a Viking, solid and superior. I ran my hands down his enormous chest, shivering with heat as I confronted his virile male power. His enormous cock jutted before him, wet at the tip. It pointed directly at me.
The girls had been right. I was a virgin sacrifice, and he was going to slay me with that cock.
I trembled before him.
Cassius’s eyes were hooded and dark as he approached me, taking me in his arms once more. His naked skin on my skin felt amazing; I shuddered against him, sighing happily. I was afraid but also strangely at home, reuniting with a long-lost and much-mourned lover.
He kissed me again. Gentle at first, then deeper. I opened myself up to him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I gave myself over to Cassius, surrendering to the heat, the fever overtaking me. I was already lost to it. It was already a foregone conclusion—why not enjoy the ride? Something inside me eased, anxiety abating as I lost myself in the feel of his hands in my hair, his tongue in my mouth, andthe hard planes of his muscles rubbing against my erect nipples. Every fiber of my being lit up with desire.
I was his. What was the point in fighting it?
The billionaire eased me back onto the bed. He was suddenly everywhere—on top of me, his hands taking my hands and holding them above my head; his knee between my legs, spreading them; his mouth on mine, devouring me, overpowering me.
We writhed against each other, and I moaned. Cassius’s lips roamed to my ear, my neck, andmy breasts, kissing and nipping and making me squirm. He positioned his cock between my legs and started to rub against my wet heat. His muscled ass worked as he meted out carefully controlled thrusts, each one stronger than the last, each one building the pressure inside me.
He rose on his arms, and I feasted on the sight of him, his muscled torso leading down to his hips and sex. He pulsed the tip of his cock against my clit, and I saw stars. I heard myself murmur, then groan; he was pushing me to the edge. I moved my hips in time with his and slid my soaking-wet slit up and down on his cock, gripping him. Cassius groaned in pleasure. He picked up the rhythm, heat exploding around us as we ground furiously against each other.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?”He sounded out of breath, deranged, and close to the edge. “This isn’t part of the plan.”
Pure female satisfaction bloomed inside my chest—I was the one who’d made him so hard. I was the one driving him wild. The billionaire had lost control because of me.
But he soon took control back. He stopped thrusting and instead buried his face in my pussy.
“Oh, fuck!”I screamed as he nibbled at my clit, then sucked it hard. I was soaring, flying high, sensation ripping through me as I shattered beneath him.
I came all over his face.
I was still spasming, barely conscious, as I heard him chuckle darkly against my wet heat. “I fucking love it when you come, Faith. And now, you’re going to do it for real.”
For real?I wondered, but I was still too far gone to make sense of the billionaire’s words.
Until I felt him, thick and hard, against my pussy once more.
Still shaking from my orgasm, I was unprepared when he notched himself slightly inside me. Cassius started pulsing his tip into my pussy. He moaned, hips flexing, and I awoke to what was happening. This was it. Unlike anything I’d ever felt, a wild desire rose inside me. Something primal and all-knowing, a sense of ultimate purpose, awakened within. With each tiny thrust of his hips, Cassius brought me closer to heaven. To be with him, to have him take me—to have him as my lover—felt like the most important thing that had ever happened in my life.
I grabbed his muscled ass, guiding and encouraging him as he tentatively flexed his hips again, his cock going deeper. A taste of what was to come had my senses alive. I whimpered, wanting him, needing him. Once he filled me, I would be his; he would forever be my first.
Cassius hissed as he inched in further. We were close, so close. Time seemed to stop as he pulsed again. “So. Fucking. Tight,”he said in a strangled voice.
His cock was huge, throbbing halfway inside me. I wanted more. I wanted it all. I sank my nails into his ass and greedily pulled him against me. “Fuck,”he hissed, but he gave me what I wanted.
One pulse, two pulses—Cassius leaned on his forearms, the cords in his neck standing out as he held back. He looked me in the eyes. I tried to tell him what I was thinking without words: Yes. Take me. I’m yours.
He seemed to read the message. His pulses became more urgent, quicker, and I panted beneath him. I wanted him so badly. He rolled his hips, rocked back and forth, and?—
In one thrust, he pierced me. I cried out, as much from pleasure as from pain. Cassius was slow at first, letting me adjust to what having him fully inside me felt like. He leaned down and kissed me tenderly.
I eagerly kissed him back, relishing the feel of him inside me. I felt so complete. So happy, like I might cry. He had me. I was his.
I wanted him to give himself to me.
I squeezed his ass, encouraging him, and rocked my hips back and forth. Cassius cursed—he was already losing control, and I fucking loved it. He thrust into me, and I rode his cock, taking everything he had to give. I met him thrust for thrust. I wanted him to know I could take it; I wanted it; I wanted him to give it to me.
“Fuck. You have the tightest pussy. And it’s fucking mine.”He slammed into me, and I saw white. “Fuck!”
He thrust harder, and I was flying again, his cock stroking something inside of me that I’d never felt before. My whole body started to vibrate. My pussy gripped him, and he cursed again, his muscled ass pumping as he drove into me.
I started to shatter but Cassius didn’t stop. He fucked me harder. He fucked me until I saw white, then stars, until I was screaming his name and didn’t know my own anymore. “Cassius!” I shattered beneath him, and he dared to finger my clit and slam into me even harder, which made me shriek.
Then it was his turn to come undone. “Fuck yes, Faith. Faith! Oh, fuck!”He put his face against mine and spent himself inside me. I shrieked again as my pussy greedily drank him in, causing another orgasm to build inside me. I didn’t think I would survive it. Cassius kept thrusting. He was out of his mind, his body spasming as I clenched around him, going under once again.
Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD?—
I shattered beneath him once again, the depth of my orgasm obliterating everything around me, including myself. I died and was reborn at that moment. My billionaire was buried deep inside me, his firm, muscled body entwined with mine. I no longer knew where I ended, and he began, and I didn’t care.
I was his. Forever.