Page 63 of Lucifer's Hounds

“Yeah. You like this dick? Feeling every inch of it?” he asks, his pace hard and unforgiving.

“Yes, baby. Yes,” I cry.

Cass is hitting spots inside that I never knew existed, sending me to a state of euphoria I’ve never experienced before.

“Harder baby,” I demand, hungry for the orgasm that’s waiting for me.

“Like that, huh? Is that what you want?” he asks, thrusting into me as hard as he can.

“Yes!” Cass’s grip on my thighs is tight and as he pounds into me, I’m no longer able to hold back.

“I’m coming, baby,” I cry. “Choke me. Please choke me, baby.”

I want to feel his hand around my throat at the exact moment that sweet orgasm I’ve been waiting for unravels inside me. Cass lifts one hand from my hip and snakes it around my throat.

“I’m going to come for you Lilly,” Cass growls. The sound of his voice behind me, the way he’s taking me, claiming me, I’m bathed in ecstasy as it washes over me like a wave in a hurricane—forceful, sudden, and fierce.

“Fuck yeah, I’m coming.” Cass hips jerk as he comes again.

His hand is still gripped around my neck as my orgasm lingers. Everything around me seems distant. The sound of the shower echoes and I can hear myself breathing louder than usual. Spots of black and white begin to cloud the outside of my vision and suddenly I feel a pain in my ankle.

“Lilly. Lilly!” I can hear Cass’s voice, but it sounds like he is off in the distance, muffled as if I were stuffed into a large drum.

“Hmm?” I murmur, struggling to open my eyes. I can barely make out Cass’s silhouette. Suddenly I feel cold. Something is very cold. What is that?

When my eyes finally open, I’m sitting in the shower beneath a stream of ice cold water. Cass is standing next to the bathtub, looking at me with concern etched onto his face.

“You scared the shit out of me,” he exhales, sighing with relief.

“I’m sorry. What happened?” I ask, forcing myself to sit up. I grab onto the side of the tub and Cass helps me into a seated position.

“You let me choke you too hard, I think, because your whole body just went limp. I grabbed your arms to steady you, but you were already on the floor.”

I smile a shy, lustful smile. “Oops.”

“No more choking you for a while,” Cass says definitively.

I reach my arm up for Cass to help me up. “But—” I protest.

“No ma’am. You went white as a ghost, and it freaked me out. I thought I killed you.”

I step out of the shower with Cass, who wraps a towel around me. He keeps a hand on me, keeping me steady and ensuring I don’t fall. My ears are still ringing but I feel fine. The complete relaxation that courses through me is gratifying.

“I’m good. I’m not going to fall, and I feel fine.” I smile sweetly at him.

“I know you’re not. See?” Cass scoops me up and carries me to the bed.

“Now. I’m going to get all of our things packed up, give you something to wear, and we will be ready to check out of here and head to the airport,” Cass says, walking around the room.

“Fine,” I roll over and check my phone. “Geez.”

“What?” Cass asks.

“Twelve messages. Don’t they know I’m on vacation?” I laugh.

Cass moves around the room, gathering random pieces of clothing and stuffing them into the suitcase he has on the rack. I don’t have anything with me other than the clothes Cass provided, which means one less bag to carry back with us.

I watch Cass as he moves around the room. He’s wearing my favorite thing ever, only a pair of blue jeans with no shirt on. He’s in his own world and I smile at the sight of him, imagining every part of him I’ve touched, every muscle my hands have brushed. Forcing myself to stop eye-fucking him, I turn my attention to my phone and the missed notifications.

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