Page 52 of Her Tempting Traitor
“Cassian,” she breathed, her thumb tracing his jaw. “I…”
She was so close, soclose. A muscle ticked in his jaw, as if he were holding himself carefully in check. His hand closed around her breast again before he tugged gently on her nipple.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he urged, his voice a low growl. “Let me feel ye come undone.”
His words, his knowledgeable touch, combined with the intense pleasure building within her, pushed her right over the edge.
“Cassian!” she blurted out as her core spasmed, her body trembling as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Oh God, had she thought her earlier orgasm remarkable? Just because it had been his fingers inside her instead of her own? Wellthisone was even better, his cock the mostamazing thing to come upon, the pleasure seeming to be unending.
Oh God oh God oh God?—
And Cassian watched, his own breath ragged, pupils dilated, until her muscles began to relax, the spasms slowing, the pleasure slowly fading to a dull sort of throbbing glow she felt throughout her body.
Only then did he exhale and reach between their bodies, pulling his cock from her core.
She felt a twinge of disappointment then, as if she’d lost a part of herself.
Cassian’s eyes finally—finally!—fluttered closed as he jerked his own cock. Twice, thrice—and then with a low groan, he came, spurting thick white strands across his stomach so they tangled in his hair.
Only then did he pull her closer, pressing her to him, cementing their skin with their spend.
Gabby smiled to feel his heart beating against her cheek. She felt a contentment she had never known before, a sense of…completeness. She knew, in that moment, that she had made the right choice.
Miraculous. “I never knew it could be like that,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
He stirred, and she could feel his breath against her cheek. “Yer other lovers never?—”
“You were my first.”
Cassian stiffened beneath her. In one motion he pushedher upright again so he could stare up at her, his blue eyes dazzling with incredulity. “What?”
Oh dear, he was going to make her repeat it? With her lungs lacking air and her head still spinning? As she sat, nearly naked, atop him?
Knowing her cheeks were heating, Gabby met his gaze and raised her chin. “You were my first lover.”My only lover.
Cassian’s lips parted, as if he wanted to say something—likely something scolding. But his eyes…the shock changed to awe, then something like humility. When he did speak, his voice was rough.
“Thankye, lass.”
It was the right thing to say. He hadn’t judged her for her decisions tonight, or in the past. Instead he recognized what a gift it had been, that she’d chosen him to be her first. And she hadn’t been wrong; Cassian Grey had been everything a first lover should be: kind, caring, gentle, solicitous.
And he made you come twice before thinking of his own pleasure.
Well yes, that too.
Gabby’s lips slowly curled into a grin and she leaned down to kiss him again. When she pulled back, she pressed her forehead to his. “What are you thinking?”
Beneath her hands, his shoulders began to shake. Was he crying? No—laughing!
“I’m thinking, lass, that without my foot, ye’re going to have to help me into the bed.”
And once they’d cleaned one another, perhaps they could do this again? Gladly!
Cassian woke on his side, his arm thrown over Gabby, her sweet arse tucked against his throbbing cock.
Again.
Twice during the night he found himself unable to resist touching her, bringing her to an exquisite pleasure. He’d been careful to wait until she was awake before stroking her, but her reaction each time told himshe wanted this.
