Page 18 of Worthy: Cassius and Faith-2

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 washim?

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.

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