Page 35 of Instinct for Disaster

Cassandra held his head, slid her fingers through his hair, and tried to stop her hips from rocking toward him as he licked her belly. He held her down with his palm, and she was content to be at a writhing simmer until he licked at the top of her sex, and the reality of her situation surged home. The adrenalin coursed through her. Her sensitive skin echoed every touch, no matter where he was in contact. That was an interesting trick.

The rasp of his tongue moved across her clit, and she howled, thrashing as she tried to get away. He gripped her hips and held her while the slow scrape across her sensitive bundle of nervescontinued until she collapsed and lay panting. He chuckled and lifted his head. “Oh, that was delightful.”

She was still gasping, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Are you done?”

“Oh, no, kit. But the taste of your pleasure is wonderful.”

She looked down her body to where he lay between her thighs. His eyes were glowing, and she could see falling stars where his pupils should have been. There were constellations and nebulas staring back at her. Keeping eye contact with her, he turned his head, opened his jaws wide, and gently scraped his teeth an inch from her slit. He turned his head to the other side and repeated the gesture.

The surge of moisture that the second bite provoked couldn’t be missed considering that his chin was pressed against her. She closed her eyes and lay back.

To her surprise, he didn’t dive between her thighs, but rather, he continued his travels down the front of her legs. The feel of his tongue wrapping around her toes made her jerk as she giggled. He kept her legs still with a grip on her ankles and finished his thorough awakening of her skin.

She was awake, alert, and wondering what he was going to do next when he knelt, gripped her hips, and pulled her onto his lap with his erection caught between them.

“How are you feeling, Cassandra?”

She met his stellar gaze. “Tingly.”

“Bad?”

“Um, distracting but very good.”

He smiled. “Excellent. Are you ready to continue?”

“Yeah. Do you do this a lot?”

“Never with someone like you.”

“I doubt that.” She smiled.

He slid his fingers through her hair and pulled her head gently to make her look at him. “I don’t lie. I don’t break contracts. I do wonder what it will feel like inside you.”

She looked at him, and her heart picked up the pace. His skin was furry, and her nipples were on high alert as she breathed and they rubbed against him.

She shivered, and his grip meant he saw everything that passed through her thoughts. He chuckled. “My guess is that you have a rating in the mid-three hundreds with a possibility to proceed to over four hundred.”

“I didn’t pay attention to the rankings.”

He shifted and slid a hand between them, moving a finger against her and slipping it inside.

She inhaled sharply as his finger slowly explored then he gave a nearly imperceptible nod, and a second finger joined the first, and she clung to his arms as he verified how deep she was.

“Kit, I believe you can manage half. Maybe a bit more.”

“Okay. I can only take what I can take. I was not designed for you.”

He kissed her neck. “You will be.”

He lifted her, and she felt the pressure against her sex as his fingers slid out and the conical head of him eased in.

The next ten minutes spun away as Cassandra tried to keep her body relaxed when the muscles were all clenching. He kissed her, lifted and lowered her, increasing his depth until he reached the end of her. He pulled away from her. “And that is as far as I go. So, now we will make the best of this, and I will look forward to our future.”

She shivered as she was on the edge of orgasm. “Oh, right.”

“Are you ready?”

She nodded and wrapped her ankles around him, and he began to lift and drop her carefully until she quivered and whined. His bite was unexpected, and she screeched. The rushof heat inside her made her freeze, and he released the bite and kissed her. The taste of her own blood was in his mouth when he kissed her, and she was so busy trying to sort herself out of the riot of sensation. Her skin was humming, her opening ached, and deep inside, the heat was spreading.

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