Page 76 of The High Priestess

“Obsession.”

Tilting her head, she says, “I’m going to need you to explain that to me. Are we talking healthy obsessed or I’ll-kill-you-if-you-leave-me obsessed?”

The corner of my mouth lifts. “More along the lines of I’ll-kill-anyone-who-touches-you obsessed.” I suck in a deep breath before continuing, “I told you before, protecting you gives me a reason to go on. I haven’t had that since I lost Ronnie.” Her eyes are glued to mine, and it looks like she hangs on to every word I say. “You’re like a life vest that’s been thrown into my life while I was drowning.” My gaze softens on her. “My emotions run much deeper than just my need to fuck you.”

I take a moment to work through my thoughts before admitting, “I care a lot about you, Cassia. I can’t help it. Every second I spend with you, I just keep falling deeper.”

A smile curves her mouth. “I care about you, too.”

I push my arms beneath her again and hold her tightly to me while I breathe in her natural scent.

We lie still for a while before she says, “I need to use the restroom.”

I push myself up and pull out of her, and as I move backward, my eyes rove over her perfect body. I love that she’s soft and curvy.

When she gets up and I see my release coating her inner thighs, it fills me with such a possessive feeling, I grab her hipsand yank her back to me. Leaning down, I bite her right ass cheek before giving the left one a slap.

“Your sexy ass will be the death of me.”

She lets out a chuckle before walking toward the hallway.

Christ, I want that ass on my face while I eat her out.

Not tonight, though. Cassia needs time to recover after I went to town on her pussy.

Wondering if she’s sore, I quickly gather our clothes and take them to the bedroom. I drop them on the floor in a pile before walking to the bathroom.

Standing on the other side of the shut door, I ask, “How do you feel?”

“Uh…okay.”

I hear the toilet flush and the water running as she probably washes her hands.

I open the door, and her head snaps to me while she reaches for the towel.

“Don’t bother,” I say. I reach into the shower and open the faucets.

Once the water is warm enough, I pull her beneath the spray. I pour some body wash into the palm of my hand, and as I start to wash her body, my eyes meet hers.

I rub suds over her breasts and take extra care between her legs. “Is there any pain?”

She tilts her head, then replies, “No. I’m just tender.”

The corner of my mouth lifts. “Christ, your pussy was made to take a good pounding. I’m fucking lucky.”

She lets out a chuckle. “If you say so.”

“Turn around,” I order.

She does as she’s told, and I massage her ass cheeks, watching as my fingers rub over her skin.

“One day soon, I want you to sit on my face so I can make you come with my mouth.”

“I’ll smother you,” she argues while turning back around to face me.

“That’s the plan.”

She lifts a hand to my neck and wraps her fingers around my throat as best she can. Standing up on her tiptoes, she sucks the skin over my pulse before whispering in my ear, “Only if you choke me with your cock.”

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