Page 70 of The Alpha's Pretend Mate

Alysa smiled, her breath coming in short gasps as she pulled back slightly. “Why not here?” she teased, her hands trailing down his chest.

His left eyebrow raised in surprise as he smiled, his hands sliding to her waist as he pulled her closer. “You sure?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.

She nodded, her lips brushing his as she spoke. “Positive.”

Slowly, his lips found hers again, softer this time but no less intense. The kiss deepened, and Alysa’s breath hitched as his hand slid down her waist, pulling her closer until her body molded against his.

Cassius’s fingers trailed up her legs, the roughness of his touch sending shivers through her. When his hand slipped beneath her dress, his knuckles grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, Alysa let out a soft gasp.

Oh God…

Her thoughts scattered as Cassius tugged her panties aside, his fingers tracing along her already slick folds. Alysa’s hips bucked involuntarily, a wave of heat washing over her. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “You’re so wet for me.”

Alysa bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and desire. “Cassius…”

But her words were cut off as he slid a finger inside her, then another, curling them just right, sending a surge of pleasure through her. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he pumped his fingers slowly, teasingly, building her up.

Cassius watched her, his blue eyes dark with hunger, the muscles in his jaw flexing as he worked her with skilled precision. “Look at me,” he commanded softly, his voice thick with need. “I want to see you when you come.”

Alysa’s breath quickened, her body trembling as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him toward her, desperate for more, but he held back, prolonging her torment.

Then, in one fluid motion, Cassius pulled his fingers out, earning a frustrated whimper from her. He quickly freed himself from his pants, his hard cock jutting out, the sight of it sending another wave of desire crashing over her. Alysa’s eyes widened at the sheer size of him, her mind briefly flashing with doubt.

How did I take that the last time?

But before she could protest, Cassius grabbed her hips, positioning himself at her entrance. He slid into her slowly, inch by inch, the stretch intense, almost overwhelming. Alysa’s head fell back, a strangled moan escaping her lips as he filled her completely.

He paused, his hands gripping her thighs tightly as he fought for control. “Alysa,” he groaned, his voice low and gravelly. “You’re so tight…so perfect.”

She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think—her body was on fire, every nerve alight as he began to move.

Slowly at first, each thrust deliberate and deep, hitting spots inside her that made her toes curl. Alysa clung to him, her nails raking down his back as he increased his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the kitchen.

"Cassius, please," she whimpered, her hips canting forward.

He smirked against her neck, his fingers finally finding her center. Alysa's head fell back with a moan as he kept a steady tempo, building her pleasure with practiced ease.

"That's it, Love," Cassius murmured, his voice low and husky. "Let me hear you."

Alysa was beyond words, lost in a haze of sensation as Cassius worked her higher and higher.

Their lovemaking was passionate, almost frantic in its intensity. Alysa clung to Cassius's shoulders, her nails leaving crescent marks in his skin as she met him thrust for thrust.

Cassius leaned down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss as he drove into her harder, faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with a rhythm that sent her spiraling. She could feel the pressure building inside her, the coil tightening with every thrust, every brush of his thumb against her clit.

“Cassius…I’m…”

“I know,” he growled, his breath hot against her neck as he sucked the sensitive skin there, marking her. “Come for me, Alysa. Now.”

The command was her undoing. Alysa cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her.

Her walls clenched around him, and Cassius cursed under his breath, thrusting into her a few more times before he followed her over the edge, spilling inside her with a guttural moan.

They stayed like that for a moment, their breaths heavy, bodies tangled together in the aftermath of their release. Cassius pulled her close, resting his forehead against hers, their hearts still racing in sync.

“Mine,” he whispered softly, possessively, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her bare skin.

Alysa smiled, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. “Yours,” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart full.

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