“Now that we’ve gotten all the technicalities out of the way.” I motioned to her ring. “I’m going to make love to you.”
“Okay.” Her e
yes brightened.
“And then…” I brushed a kiss across her lips. “I’m going to do it again.”
Without giving her a chance to respond I molded my mouth to hers, my hands sliding down every inch of her body as if it was made for my touch, my every caress.
I never thought.
Never imagined I’d be allowed the privilege.
Of loving another woman.
Of mating with an equal.
My hands shook as they rested against her hips. Had my face not been frozen from emotion, I imagined tears would have found their place on my cheeks, proof of the undeniable love I felt for her—and gratefulness I had for the situation.
Stephanie rocked her hips against me as she tangled her hands in my hair. Each kiss was met with desperation, returned with aggression, and repeated. Our bodies slid against one another as I took my time exploring every part of her I dared not touch before our mating.
Mouth watering with the need to taste, I pressed her back onto the bed and began my wicked descent from her chin, down to her feet, stopping at each and every space in between, making my mark permanent as I bit and covered her skin with my mouth.
Stephanie’s moans only encouraged me further.
The sound of ice breaking didn’t even deter me from licking my way back up her body, careful to make sure I didn’t miss any important spot or angle at which I could give her pleasure.
Her thoughts were my own as she screamed. “There.” Only it was in her head, not aloud.
“Better?” I’d ask only to have her nod her encouragement.
I was able to pleasure her before she even asked.
With an eager lift, I had her on her stomach, realizing I had only pleasured her front, only made love to parts of her and left the other parts pressed against the damned mattress.
“Cassius what are you doing?”
“Touching.” I answered simply. “Biting.” Her pert ass jerked as I ran my hand down its curve. “Learning.”
With a deep moan she relaxed against my hand as it pressed against her hip and slid between her legs.
“I don’t think—”
“Good,” I interrupted. “Don’t think… It’s extremely unhealthy to think in a Dark One’s presence. Who knows…” Thoughts swirled around her head of me touching her, pleasuring her. “…what a Dark One may do with those thoughts?”
I fired back more thoughts of my own, my mouth covering every one of the spots she pointed out until she screamed so loud the room shook. “I guess he may do that.” I moved my hand then flipped her over again. “Or he may do this.” I sent her images of what I would do right before I did it, doubling her pleasure, making her slick with sweat only to have it evaporate within seconds. “But this,” I whispered, envisioning my mouth on her core. “This I think you will like best.”
She whimpered before each movement of my tongue only to cry out after.
And suddenly my vision turned to her pleasuring me. I could barely keep my composure.
“Two—” she panted. “—can play that game.”
“I adore games,” I fired back with a wicked laugh, in the vision I entered her hard and fast, only to go so slow that the air around us exploded. “Care to play one or two? I have time…”
“Cassius, I swear—”
“No swearing.” I pulled her to her feet and pushed her against the wall, her back was to me as I pressed up behind her. “You can always end the game… concede to the winner.”