Page 63 of Her Tempting Traitor
How had this happened so fast?
“Patience, lass,” he murmured in a low growl. “I’m no’ rushing this.” He kissed her curls. “I’ve been dreaming about it all day. All week.”
That kiss this morning by the river, while Gus swam, had only served to heighten his need, his anticipation.
Gabby whimpered, her hips bucking, seeking—demanding his touch. He chuckled, his breath hot against her inner thigh. “So eager,” he praised, his fingers gently stroking herfolds, spreading her sopping wetness. “So fooking wet for me.”
Gabby moaned, her head falling back, her eyes closing on a murmured, “All for you.”
Grinning, Cassian took a moment to admire her, spread out before him like a goddess, her body flushed and eager. Then he lowered his head, his tongue taking a long, slow, delicious lick from her entrance to her clit.
She cried out, hips jerking—but he held her firmly, hands gripping her thighs, his weight balanced.“Stay still, lass,” he commanded. “Dinnae deprive me of yer taste.”
The breath she sucked in, the way the fingers of her free hand curled in the counterpane, told him that although she wasn’t used to receiving commands, she rather liked it.
Pride thrumming through him, he licked her again, slower this time, savoring her taste. Her clitoris all but throbbed beneath his tongue, swollen and sensitive. He circled it gently, his tongue teasing, his fingers delicately stroking her core.
“Cassian,” she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair. “Please...”
He hummed against her, the vibration making her moan. “Please what, lass?” he teased, his lips brushing against her sensitive flesh. “Tell me what ye want.”
Gabby writhed beneath him, words failing her. “I need…” When he curled his fingers forward, straining for the rough place behind her clitoris, she lifted her head with a gasp. Her dark gaze pierced him as she made her command.
“Make me come, Cassian.”
Christ Almighty, there was no way he could deny that demand. Pressed against the mattress, his cock surged, desperate to bury itself where his tongue currently was.Soon.
He needed to fulfil her command.
With a growl of dark promise, Cassian lowered his head again, his tongue teasing Gabby’s most sensitive places. The two fingers he’d slid inside her curled to stroke her, his rhythm the slow, soft pace he’d learned she liked last night.
Slowly, slowly…
As her inner muscles clenched around him, his fingertips caressed that sensitive spot inside her, stroking it in time with his twisting tongue.
Gabby’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his mouth.
“Ye taste so fooking sweet,” he growled against her, knowing his voice would vibrate pleasingly against her sensitive flesh. “So wet, so tight. Ye’re going to come for me, aye, lass? I’m going to taste yer sweet pleasure.”
With a groan, her other hand found his hair, pushing him closer. “Cassian…” she gasped.
He couldn’t speak, not with as close as she was holding him. Hell, he could barely breathe, and grinned at the realization that if he suffocated like this, he’d die blissfully. With a low growl, he closed his lips around her clitoris and tugged ever so gently?—
“Cassian!” she blurted as her back arched, her inner muscles convulsed…and her orgasm burst over her.
As her inner muscles clenched around his fingers, her wetness spilled across his tongue and down his chin, as he did everything possible to drag out her pleasure. Her body shook with the force of her ecstasy and heloved it.
Cassian stayed with her, his tongue gentle now, riding out her pleasure, drawing out her peak, lapping at her, savoring her taste. Only when she began to float down, her body relaxing, her breath returning to normal did he slow his ministrations, his tongue giving one final gentle lick before he lifted his head.
Cassian looked up her body, unable to help his satisfied smirk as his tongue dragged over his lips, pulling in the last taste of her pleasure. “Ye’re delicious,” he praised…and then Gabby was laughing, reaching for him, and he ended up beside her on the bed, rolling her into his arms.
“You are amazing,” she whispered, kissing him. Her kisses were soft at first, then they deepened. When he shifted and his aching cock pressed against her hip, she grinned against his mouth. “Perhaps we should do something aboutthat,” she teased.
“Nay, love.” His hands skimmed her body, unable to stop caressing her, despite knowing her blood still hummed from her oh-so-recent release. “I’m content to focus on ye.”
“Well I am not,” she demanded, pulling him down. “Fook me, Cassian,” she whispered against his jaw, as she kissed a route along his skin. “I need to feel your cock in me again.”
Well shite, how was he supposed to argue with that sort of command?
