Page 103 of Living Legend

He sighed and whispered. “You know that’s not how I am. This entire time, you’ve known me I’ve never dived headfirst into anything. The training room was…I don’t know.”

“What made that time so different?” I wasn’t frustrated, even if my tone seemed like I was. I wasn’t begging for him to have sex with me. If he left and decided against it, that would be fine, but it would be a fucking solid decision.

He didn’t say anything. I just heard his steady breathing. In, out, in, out. His glowing light went out suddenly and lightning struck, making a line of light inside the room, letting me see his shadow behind me. He had gotten closer, but not so close as to touch me yet.

His voice was soft when he spoke next. “It was a lot, Dani. It was a lot of adrenaline, and you were so close to me. I didn’t know how you would react, and like I said, I never intended for us to have sex. I already admitted I liked it, so what else do you want?”

I balled my hands into fists and swiftly turned around, not realizing that he had gotten even closer. My chest hit his and he caught me, his hands on my hips. “I want you to tell me you don’t want me. You liked it but it was a weird phase that you’re over and done with, or some shit like that. I can be a plaything, Nicholas, but I won’t play with someone who can’t make up their fucking mind. It can make for really exhausting pillow talk,” I whispered, letting my words push against him.

I felt his breath on my face when I looked up at him. The lightning would cast light here and there so I could see his face. He slid his hands back and forth on my hips. “Dani, I can’t—”

I scoffed, trying to release myself from his hold, but he pressed on my hips tighter.

“Let me finish,” he said in a stern voice as I settled back in front of him, waiting. “I can’t because I don’t want to be with you like we were before…. not right now.”

“What does that even mean?” I noticed the breathy way he said the last few words. His hands were starting to bunch the sweatshirt up, lifting it up along my thighs so the fabric breezed slowly by my skin.

“It means—” he started, pulling the sweatshirt up a little higher, using one of his hands to hold it in place while his other skimmed the outside of my thigh, circling it with his finger, moving it to the inside and up, up, up to where the material of my panties met his fingertips. “I’m allowed to want to take my time.”

I blink up at the shadow of him in the darkness. “I’ve never been a slow-moving kind of demon.”

He laughed, leaning down to tease my lips. “You’d be surprised how much you might like it.”

Well, fuck. Nicholas Cassial had a seductive side I didn’t know existed until now. I had told him there likely wasn’t going to be another good time to take what we both wanted and right now, he was showing me that he not only agreed with me, but that he could make use of the time we had for as long as we had it.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How did I end up losing all the power?

His knuckle hit the center of my panties and I felt my breath catch. He rocked his finger back and forth, letting his knuckle rub me in all the best ways. I felt the pull and heat in my stomach start to pool itself between my legs, and I brought my hand up to reach for his forearm to steady myself. He pressed a little bit more, never losing his rhythm. I bit down a moan from creeping out of my throat right as he bent his forehead to mine.

He removed his knuckle and brought two fingers right to the center of my panties and started to mimic his knuckle, applying more pressure. His smile pressed against my mouth when he finally kissed me, slow and artful. His lips were soft but not pushy. He didn’t try to shove me against a wall and press against me. He just kissed me, rubbing between my legs with his long fingers. I let a small moan leave my lips and he swallowed it down. His fingers traced a line along the curve of my panties before he dipped his hand inside, touching me where I was the most wet and sensitive. I moaned into his mouth with each pass of his fingers.

I bit his lower lip as he brought his finger around to gather up my wetness and glided his fingers to my clit. He circled around my tight bundle of nerves slowly. He was almost lazy about the rotation of his fingers. It was a confident laziness, though, and it was severely turning me on. He kept kissing me, even when I brought my hand to the front of his sweatpants and found his cock.Fuckwas it hard. I rubbed my hand up and down, leaning up to kiss him deeper, wanting to press my body against his. I wanted so much more friction than he was giving me now.

He pulled back from my mouth a bit. “Calm down, needy one.”

His fingers circled my clit again and then dipped back down, collecting more wetness to circle it again. “Would you rather I beg?” I said softly.

He just laughed before he took his hands away, leaving me feeling empty and still very, very wet. I reached for his pants, wanting to pull them down so I could hop into his arms, allowing him to fuck me against his bedroom wall, but he playfully slapped my hands away. “Get on the bed, Dani.”

I narrowed my eyes at his dark frame but did what he wanted. I felt hollow between my legs, like he had built something up just to leave it until he was ready to start again. I sat on top of the comforter, my knees pressing into the soft material. I felt him watching me as he followed my lead and sat on his knees in front of me. He stuck his hand out and tucked stray pieces of hair behind my ear. The move was gentle and calming, telling me he had no intention of moving fast and unbated. He leaned his head down and kissed me again, but this kiss was quick as he moved away from my mouth to kiss my cheek, my jaw, then my neck, before pulling back to look at me. Lightning flashed again and I caught a glimpse at the need in his eyes, but there was something else there, too.

Was that patience?

He seemed to have enough of that for the both of us.

I cupped his cock through his pants again, hearing the strangled way he groaned. He grabbed my hand and moved it away…again. I was getting annoyed with him. No matter how slow we were going to go, he could touch me, but I wasn’t allowed to touch him…that was ridiculous. I huffed out an impatient sound and he snickered deviously, as if he knew I would be upset. “Nicholas—”

He cut me off when he placed his hands on my thighs, dragging them up and under the sweatshirt. He leaned into me, towards my ear. “You are going to have to be quiet, alright?” I brought my tongue out and licked my lips. He moved his lips away from my ear and back to my mouth, saying his next words against my parted, wet lips. “Lay back.”

I leaned back and felt my head hit the pillow. I relaxed my body right as he grabbed my panties from underneath the sweatshirt and pulled them down my legs. The outside air swept between my legs, causing me to shiver, the cool air a reminder of just howneedyI actually was. He tossed my soaked underwear to the floor, the smell of my arousal so thick in the air, I could have choked on it. He crawled over my body, letting his hand drift between my legs again, dusting his fingers over where I wanted him most, and smiled against my neck when I arched my back with every flick of his fingers.

“Are you going to fuck me at some point?” I asked, my fervent impatience hot on my breath.

“So needy,” he chuckled against my neck. “Maybe. But not right now.”

He gave my neck one kiss before sliding down my body and lifting the sweatshirt up, kissing my stomach, down to both my hip bones and pelvis. He kissed the insides of both my thighs, letting his breath hit between my legs teasingly. I looked down my body and saw that his shadowed figure was nestled between my thighs. I felt a wave of heat roll through me.

“I’ve been wondering what you taste like,” he said desperately, right against my pussy. I immediately felt my body arch towards him. He wrapped his hands around my thighs, sliding them to my pelvis and placing one hand flat against me, keeping me in place.

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