Page 64 of Her Tempting Traitor
His fingers closed around his eager hardness, unable to stop from stroking it. “Ye want this deep inside ye, lass?” he growled, pushing himself up on his elbow. “Ye want to come all over my cock?”
With a satisfied hum Gabby arched against him, her arms going around his neck as she maneuvered him between her thighs. “So badly, Cassian—fook menow.”
“Aye, milady,” he drawled, loving her low chuckle as he positioned himself at her drenched entrance.
Then he slid home, her thighs opening even wider, her legs encircling his thighs to hold him in place…and they both groaned in utter satisfaction.
He could feel every inch of her, her inner muscles clenching around him, drawing him deeper and deeper, her wetness easing his way. He braced himself on his elbows, hands cupping her face as he looked down at her. Her dark eyes were glazed with passion, her lips parted, her breath coming in quick gasps.
Worried he was crushing her, worried he was moving too fast and her breathing was a sign of panic, Cassian frowned.Fook. She’s still so innocent—ye only took her virginity last night!“Gabby, love?” His thumbs brushed her cheeks. “Do ye want?—”
“I want you to move!” she growled, rocking her hips to demonstrate, holding his legs tight with her thighs. “Please.”
He should have known his Gabby wouldn’t shy away from such pleasure.
Cassian began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. He could feel her response, her body arching to meet his, her breasts grazing against his chest. He dippedhis head, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. He teased it gently, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Gabby moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her hips moving in obedient time with his.
His pleasure built to near-impossible levels, his cock throbbing with each thrust—but Cassian was determined to make this last, to bring her to ecstasy again before he found his own release. He moved to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his touch roaming her body, caressing her curves, noticing which touch gained a greater twitch, a louder whimper.
And through it all, he murmured praise, praise which she accepted with a grin, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, as if it were naturally owed her.
“So fooking perfect,” he whispered against her skin, his cock moving deep within her. “So warm, so sweet, such a good lass. Taking my cock like ye love it.”
“I—I do love it,” she gasped, arching against him, causing him to chuckle again.
He could feel her tightening around him, her body tensing as her pleasure built. Knowing she was close, knowing she needed him to leap over the edge, Cassian reached between them, his callused thumb finding her clit and stroking it gently.
Gabby's eyes flew open, her gaze locking with his. He could see the surprise in her eyes, the realization that she was going to reach a climax yet again. He grinned, the gentle touch of his thumb matching the rhythm of his cock stroking her deep inside.
“Come for me, Gabby,” he growled, his voice a low rumble. “I want to feel ye squeezing my cock as ye come on it, like a good lass.”
His woman moaned, her hips bucking against him, her body tensing. He could feel her clenching around him, her breath coming in quick gasps. He leaned down to capture her lower lip between his teeth, and when he did, she gasped and arched.
He caught her sweet scream with a kiss, swallowing it down with a grin as she bucked beneath him, her orgasm sending her flying into oblivion.
Oh Christ, the feel of her softness pulsing around him…it was more than he could take. He wanted—nay, heneededrelease. He wasn’t strong enough to keep from spilling, not when surrounded by such perfection.
Although Gabby was still spasming around him, Cassian knew he was lost. With a groan containing the last of his self-restraint, he reached between them to pull his cock from her soft wetness. Her little whimper of disappointment bit into him a moment before he pressed his cock against her curls and spilled onto her stomach with a soft grunt.
She was still shaking with her release as he gathered her to him, rolling to the side and wrapping her as gently as possible in his arms.
“I’m sorry to stop,” Cassian murmured against her hair, still obsessed with her scent despite the satisfaction seeping through his veins. “I wanted ye to enjoy yerself.”
“Oh, I did,” she half-breathed, half-laughed, rocking her hips forward so he could feel his seed growing stickybetween them. “And I appreciate you having more control and forethought than I.”
Surprised, he lifted his head to raise a brow in question.What the?—
Gabby chuckled again and pressed her cheek to his shoulder. “I should not want to end up like poor Elizabeth.”
It took a moment for Cassian to understand what she meant, and when he did, his breath caught in his chest, as if he’d been stunned by a blow.
Pregnant.
She was speaking of preventing pregnancy—a responsible and honorable course of action, considering they weren’t married.
So why had his heart’s first response been…disappointment?
Did he want another bairn? A bairn withGabby? A little lassie, or a laddie in Gus’s mold but with Gabby’s gorgeous hair? Did he want the opportunity to see a child grow, to help raise him or her, to experience the milestones and joy and struggles at Gabby’s side?
