A High so Sweet (Thornes & Roses 2)

“You killed him?” I gasp in shock. There’s a lot of blood on his clothes, but I didn’t think Cassian would actually do it.

“Not yet,” he appeases me. “He’s in just a little…. pain,” he whispers the last word, which is drenched in a threat I don’t want information about.

“So… You’re… I mean, we’re…” I don’t know how to word it, how to ask him if it means he wants me. I want to ask him if I’m his now, does that mean he’s mine too?

Cassian tips his head to the side, his eyes narrow to quizzical teal orbs as he watches me, drinking in every inch of my face. “What is it, little liar?”

“Are we a couple?” I ask, feeling stupid for even voicing it because I sound like a child. A teen with a crush on the popular boy in school. And his hands are still gripping my ass as if he’s going to mark me for life.

“I’ll have to think about it.” He chuckles when my mouth falls open at his response. “Let’s just say we’ll take it a day at a time because right now, I’m going to strip all these clothes off your body, and I’m going to taste every inch of you. And when you’re a whimpering mess, begging for my cock inside you, I might give you what you’ve wanted since you were sixteen.”

“You’re such a bastard,” I bite out, swatting him on the shoulder, only earning me a smile in response. He knows what I want, what I need, so when Cassian spins on his heel with me still in his hold, I’m not scared. Not anymore.

Cassian drops me onto the mattress with a bounce, and a squeal escapes me. He leans in, and I instinctively scoot back, but he’s on me in seconds. His body nestles between my thighs, and his hardness presses against my core, sending pleasure shooting through every inch of me.

“Time to see just how sweet my little liar tastes,” he murmurs as he tugs at the sweatpants that he gave me to wear. His fingers hook into my panties, and he grins when I gasp, feeling the cool air hitting my body. Cassian’s movements are swift, and seconds later, my waist, all the way down to my toes, is bared before him.

His pupils dilate when he drinks me in. His hands grip my ankles, and he lifts both to his mouth, sending me sprawling on the mattress. His lips press soft kisses on each leg before he lowers my feet to the bed.

I watch as he shrugs off his jacket; next to disappear is his button-up shirt, which is stained with blood. And then I’m met with Cassian’s body. Broad shoulders that have lean muscles tensing as he moves. His chest is smooth, tanned, and every inch of him is sculpted to perfection.

My gaze drinks him in, trailing down to his abs that look like they’ve been chiseled from marble. His hips taper down into his pants, and the V muscles make my mouth water. There’s a dark trail of hair under his belly button that leads down, behind the waistband of his suit pants.

“Enjoying the view?” he taunts confidently, clearly enjoying the attention.

“Not bad.” My sass earns me a light swat on my thigh. “Hey!”

“Off with the top,” he orders easily, and for once in my life, I don’t retort a response or challenge him; I simply obey. The moment the material hits the bed beside me, Cassian is on me, over me, consuming my every thought and breath.

His hands on the mattress on either side of my head cage me in. His mouth inches from mine, the warmth of him cocooning me, and then he rolls his hips, sending sparks of pure pleasure shooting from my core to every nerve ending in my body.

“Cassian.” His name slips unbidden from my lips when his mouth captures the sensitive flesh of my neck, and he suckles hard until I’m a whimpering mess. I know he’s marking me, and I haven’t been more turned on than I am right now.

He doesn’t answer. His response is his movement down my body, capturing a hardened nipple between his teeth as he bites down, turning me inside out as he sends more pleasure skittering down my spine, causing my clit to throb for contact. Still, he doesn’t offer satisfaction; he merely taunts.

Each kiss is nothing but a tease. When he reaches my stomach, I feel the chuckle in response to my hips lifting involuntarily at his nearness to where I need him most.

“Is my little liar aching?” he questions, and when I open my eyes, I find those teal orbs looking up at me from between my thighs, and everything I want to throw back at him in response disappears.

Memories of nights where I was alone in bed, my fingers pleasuring me as my fantasies of Cassian teased me, hitting me full force. All I can do is nod, and he smiles a grin that makes him look like a feral animal ready to feast.