Page 56 of Heartless

Because he can’t feel that strongly about me when we haven’t really seen each other for years.

Right?

Wordlessly, I finish what I’m doing, and I tilt my head down to look at him while wrapping my fingers around his impressive length. Cass lets out a low sigh, content to watch as I stroke my hand along his shaft.

“You never stood a chance, you know,” he says suddenly, and I look up at him in confusion. “Of avoiding me. Looking like you do, and with your mouth?” A grin curls over his lips and in one swift, fluid motion he has me off my feet, urging me to wrap my legs around his hips before he strides into the walk-in shower.

“Cass!” I protest with a nervous laugh, the water soaking my back and hair as he finally lets my feet drop to the floor. “I can walk, you know. I’m not broken.”

“No, but you are mine. I can carry you if I want,” he retorts. Instead of letting me reply, he drags me against him, his fingers burying themselves in my hair so he can yank my head back and find my mouth with his. “You always taste so good,” he purrs, not breaking away.

I whine into the kiss when he nips my lip, standing on my tiptoes in an attempt to do the same. But Cass is too quick for me and jerks back, a grin on his face and his eyes dancing with mischief. “Too slow, sweetheart,” he teases. His hands find my hips and he pushes me backward until my knees hit the bench stretching along the far wall of the shower.

“What are you—” My question dies on my lips as Cass grabs the handheld shower head, unhooks it from the wall and drops to his knees lightly on the tile floor. He flashes a smirk my way, and with one hand drags me forward on the bench until my shoulders hit the wall and my ass is on the very edge.

“Come on, you’re a smart girl,” he goads, letting the warm water run up and over my thighs. “You can figure it out. Tell me if this is too hot or cold, all right princess?” From the floor, he moves the shower head up my legs, over my stomach and further up, his hand following to smooth along my now-soaking wet skin.

But his motives turn a little less innocent when he leans over me, the water trailing over my breasts and down to my hips. His free hand follows that path too, fingers teasing my nipples and cupping my breasts as he takes his damn time.

“Cass…” I hate the way I sound whiny, and in the darkness I can’t quite see his expression, though I can hear his chuckle.

“Impatient little brat. Unless you’re going to wrestle this away from me and force me to be the one on my back…you’lltake what I give you.” His dark, promising tone makes me shudder, and his fingers curl around my throat for a moment, flexing, before he lets go.

Once more he kneels between my thighs, and I gasp when the water trickles down the sensitive skin between my legs. He’s careful, not quite letting the water go where I’m the most anxious for it, and he trails his fingers over my slit teasingly.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Cass murmurs, barely audible over my heartbeat and the rush of water in the shower. “Do you know how it makes me feel to know it’s all for me now?”

“Oh, I see we’re making assumptions,” I can’t help but taunt. “I don’t know, Cass. Maybe there’s some other murderer out there with a pretty face and—” He spreads my folds with his fingers and angles the shower head just right, cutting off my words and sending all thoughts of goading him right out of my head.

“You were saying?” he asks, pinning me in place with his arm over my hip. “Come on, Winnie. You can’t be out of words just yet.” But I am, because I’ve clearly led the sheltered life of someone who’s never used an adjustable shower head for its intended purpose.

“Fuck!” I reply, emphasizing the word. I can’t help but writhe on the bench, and I reach out, only for him to lift his free hand to push my hand away.

“You don’t need to touch me yet, pretty girl. Why don’t you play with yourself for me, hmm? Show me how you touch yourself when I’m not around.” It takes a few seconds for his words to process through my brain, and he takes pity on me by lifting his hand and pressing mine against my upper body. Finally, that helps me get the message, and he goes right back to spreading me open for him and focuses the rush of water against my clit once I reach up to trace my fingers over my nipples.

“Like you mean it.” He chuckles, prompting me to make a face at him. But I do what he says, my touch becoming more insistent, and he rewards me with his thumb swiping over my clit. “Good girl.” Leaning in, he moves the shower head away enough that he can lick up my slit, drawing a startled yelp from me as I arch off the wall.

“You like my mouth on your pussy, don’t you?” It’s clearly a rhetorical question, and I stare at him in the darkness, watching him move as he licks me again. Soon his tongue has me writhing and panting; the addition of the water has me urging him onward with small movements of my hips.

Cassian doesn’t disappoint. His tongue licks against me, and when he thrusts it into me to taste as much of me as he can, it’s quickly joined by his fingers. The shower head ends up lying on the bench near my thigh, but I barely notice as he yanks my thighs wider with a growl.

“Gorgeous girl,” he praises. “I love it when you’re like this for me. I love being reminded that you really are all mine.” Without hesitating, Cass leans forward again, and I yelp at the long, thorough laps of his tongue against me before he focuses his attention on my clit.

This time I can’t help my fingers sinking into his hair. My free hand digs into my thigh, and my breath comes in quick pants while he sucks and laps at my clit loudly enough to sound incredibly lewd in the small space.

“Are you going to come on my tongue?” he teases, when I can’t keep myself quiet anymore. “Fuck, pretty girl, that’s really all I want. I want to taste you on my tongue while you come for me. Can you do that?”

“Maybe if you ask nicely,” I huff, voice breathy.

“Maybe I won’t ask at all.” He grabs the shower head and shoves it between my thighs, the pressure stronger than I expect as the water sprays against me. I cry out, my fingers tightening,and unconsciously I urge his face back toward me, prompting him to let out a pleased laugh.

“Don’t worry, Winnie. I know what I’m doing.” He alternates between his tongue and the water, and sometimes his fingers, pushing me further and further out of my mind with every second that ticks by.

I groan, now really unable to keep still. “Oh, fuck! Cass, I think you’re killing me. I’m dying. I’m seriously?—”

“A needy little brat.” Once more the shower head clatters against the tile and he drags my hips off of the bench entirely, so his arms are the only thing holding me up with my thighs hooked over his shoulders. He shoves three fingers into me and mercilessly licks my clit, fucking me open so effortlessly and sothoroughlythat I have no chance.

I come with his name on my lips and my voice echoing around the bathroom. His tongue joins his fingers and he licks my pussy through my orgasm, drawing it out for as long as possible until I’m a panting, writhing mess who probably can’t even hold herself upright.

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