Page 82 of Twisted Kings

“Golden boy?” he choked.

“You’ve had a charmed life. It seems like an apt descriptor.”

A small huff of amusement fell from his lips. “On the surface, yes, I guess it would look that way. But in reality, not so much.” He sighed and looked away, and for a moment, I worried that I’d burst our little bubble.Me and my stupid mouth.

“But I’d rather not talk about my fucked up life right now. I’m more interested in fucking you.” He tore open the condom and slid it down his shaft. “Now come and sit on my cock, baby girl.”

I swallowed hard as he sat down on the sofa, hard and ready for me. Could I do this? It was one thing letting him fuck me while Landon was there. Landon’s irreverent humor and flirtatious nature had made it easier to push aside my doubts.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Thea,” Cassian growled. Once again, the thread of dominance in the words overrode my doubts. My body liked being told what to do, even if my head wasn’t quite on board.

Like a good little girl, I climbed astride his muscular thighs and perched over him.

“Ease yourself down slowly,” he ordered, gripping the base of his cock.

I hissed as his fat crown breached my entrance. God, he felt enormous.

“That’s it, nice and slow.” The tension in his jaw told me this was as much a struggle for him as it was for me, even though the wetness from the orgasm he’d already given me soaked my thighs.

“Fuck, I can’t,” I gasped as my body burned at the stretch.

“Shhh, yes you can, sweet girl,” he cooed, reaching down to stroke my clit with his thumb. With each circular caress, I melted, and he slid inside another inch.

My head fell back, the heat from the fire matching the inferno deep inside my core. A feeling of deep satisfaction, of fullness, washed over me. Cassian’s mouth found mine in a bruising kiss.

I tried to move, desperate to ease the ache, but he held me firm. His tongue leisurely explored my mouth while his hand gripped the back of my neck. When I rolled my hips, he groaned in response. Knowing I held all the power felt intoxicating.

Whereas Kyril loved to pound me into the mattress or up against the shower wall (or any hard surface), Cassian seemed comfortable letting me set the pace.

Outside, the wind howled like a banshee, but in here, we’d created our own little bubble, away from the world. I almost wished I could stay here forever, wrapped in Cassian’s arms, full of his cock. Only I wasn’t that lucky.

My head fell back as his fingers dug into my hips. He’d clearly decided it was time for him to take back control. And I was OK with that.

He moved, slowly at first, fucking me from below. With each punishing thrust, he pushed me higher, hitting all the right spotsdeep inside. The coarse hair on his lower abs rubbed my clit as his mouth found my breasts.

“I can feel you squeezing me. Fuck, you feel so damn good around my cock. So hot and tight.”

“I’m going to…” My body spiraled into another orgasm just as something crashed outside. It could have been a tree or even the cliff face collapsing into the ocean. At that moment, I didn’t much care.

Cassian followed me over the edge with a grunt, spilling his release into the condom. I fell forward, burying my face against his neck. He smelled of cedar, smoke, and fresh sweat.

Sweat cooled on my back. The logs had burned down into a pile of glowing embers and the room had cooled slightly, but I didn’t care. Cassian was as warm as a blanket.

“Let’s get you to bed, baby girl,” he said as my eyes drifted shut.

“Mmm.” He lifted me off and wrapped me in the blanket before disposing of the condom. Then he carried me back upstairs to my bedroom. The sheets felt cold against my overheated skin, and I grumbled with annoyance.

But instead of leaving me to sleep alone, he crawled under the covers and wrapped his arms around me. I heard him whisper something and then I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

37

Thea

There was no sign of my bedmate when I woke in the morning. Only a pillow indent and a lingering scent of man remained. Hardly surprising given it was nearly 10 AM when I finally prised my eyes open.

By the time I’d scrubbed all traces of last night’s activities from my body, the house was silent like the grave.

A note on the kitchen counter told me Dario had taken Verity hunting for shells on the beach and the others had gone to pick up supplies from the local farm shop for the next few days.

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