Page 51 of Her Tempting Traitor
Gabby took it as permission and began to undo his buttons. Within seconds his cock sprang free, thick and hard and ready for her. When her fingers curled around him, his own rhythm, the way he still stroked her gently, faltered.
Her first cock.
Well, she’d seen many over the years—horse, dog, monkey, and some even more exotic, like that tapir. But this was the firsthuman’scock she’d seen, felt.Stroked. It was so deliciously tempting, soft skin yet hard muscle.
She wanted to feel it pressed against her most intimate part.
Surely no dildo could possibly capture this softness and warmth…
“Lass…” Cassian’s words were strangled, and her gaze snapped back to his. “If ye continue, I’ll no’ last.”
She didn’t want him to last. But how to ask such a thing?
Her tongue darted over her lips in hesitation, and she watched his gaze flick to her wetted mouth. The knowledge—the feeling of power—had her lips curling.
“I want you inside me, Cassian.”
His breath stuttered.
Was he going to tell her it was a bad idea? Was he going to ask if she was certain?
But his lids lowered once, and when he opened his eyes, there was something in his eyes she hadn’t seen before. Not just acceptance, not mere sufferance, butjoy.
“Use me however ye’d like, Gabby.”
Cassian slowly removed his fingers from her and Gabby shifted, raising herself up and positioning herself over his cock. But when she lowered herself, taking his cock inside her, she felt…not resistance, but stretched. Was it too much? Too thick?
“Breathe, lass,” Cassian murmured, his hands stroking gently up and down her back, soothing her. “Take yer time. We're in nae rush.”
Gabby focused on her breath, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. She forced herself to relax, her body adjusting tothe intrusive feel of him. She was still so aroused, every fiber of her being alive and yearning for more. As she relaxed, she felt Cassian exhaling too.
When she met his eyes, she saw nothing but concern in his gaze.
He was so focused on her—onherexperience—and she loved him for it.
Leaning forward, she kissed him. It was soft and gentle, and helped her relax further as he cradled her against him.
Cassian caught her lower lip between his teeth and she rocked forward—then gasped at the sudden sparking sensation. She felt him grin, and felt like matching it.
Because holy God, the feeling of sliding over his cock?Magnificent, and tempting as hell.
She wanted more.
Gabby rocked forward again, then again, each minute movement causing flashes of pleasure up and down her spine. It was just like the way his fingers had stroked her, onlybetter. Thicker, longer.
Harder.
The pressure and pleasure grew with each movement, building steadily. Cassian's hands moved to her waist, guiding her but not controlling her. He was watching her intently, his blue eyes dark with desire and something more—a tenderness which made her heart flutter.
“Look at ye, so fooking perfect,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “Ye…ye feel incredible, Gabby.”
His words sent a thrill through her and she moved faster, chasing the pleasure that was just beyond reach. Cassian's hands roamed over her body, his touch gentle, praising her with every caress.
And through it all, hewatchedher. Gabby had to resist the urge to close her own eyes, to glory in just the sensations coursing through her, because she didn’t want to miss one glance, one twitch of his lips.
“That’s it, love.” His hips rocked gently beneath her, matching her pace. “So fooking beautiful. Take what ye need from me.”
Is this what she needed? The pleasure was so heightened now, Gabby thought she might go half-mad with need—but he was watching her so tenderly, his touch so temptingly perfect…how could she look away?
