Chapter 182: The Hunger - 4
*Disclaimer - Erotica*
He pulled back just enough to look at her moan-filled expression. His dilated eyes burned with something that went far beyond lust.
He lowered his head and took her into his mouth again.
This time there was no teasing. His tongue worked on her wet, sensual place to make her cry with pleasure. Long, flat strokes alternating with tight, rapid circles around her clitoris. He sucked and released. Licked and pressed. His hands slid from her thighs back up to her breasts, palming and squeezing them.
Cixi was drowning. Her legs quivered. Her abdominal muscles spasmed, clenching and releasing involuntarily. Her fingers pulled at his hair, pushed his face closer, clawed at the pillows, and found the headboard.
Moans poured from her mouth.
"Don’t stop... don’t stop... don’t..." The words tumbled out between.
Cassian growled against her clit. The sound vibrated through her core, and her vision went white at the edges.
Cixi clenched and unlaunched. Before she shattered.
The intense orgasm tore through her body. Her spine arched impossibly high. Her thighs locked around his head. Her fingers ripped at the silk sheets. A cry left her mouth. It was completely and irreversibly undone.
Wave after wave crashed through her. Her hips bucked against his mouth. He held her down, his hands firm on her hips, and his tongue continued to move through every convulsion, drawing it out, extending the pleasure until tears streamed from the corners of her eyes and she could not breathe.
When it finally ebbed, Cixi collapsed against the mattress, completely wrecked. Her chest heaved in gasping breaths. Her legs fell open, trembling. Her fingers loosened their grip on his hair and dropped limply onto the sheets.
Cassian propelled himself out of the bed and pulled his belt loose. He unbuttoned his pants. Simultaneously, he pulled trousers and underwear down, dropping them over the bed’s edge.
Cixi breathed slowly. The orgasm had emptied her. Her thighs trembled. Her hair stuck to her forehead.
She looked at him and forgot how to breathe.
His cock was thick, long and Hard. It stood up against his stomach.
She had never witnessed a hard rock shaft before.
Before arriving with the courage of a kissing contract, she had watched videos. She had watched women in those videos take a man inside them and lose every word in their head. She was unaware that the bodies in those videos were not exaggerated.
A throbbing feeling came from her vagina.
She longed for him inside her. A segment of her was scared it would split her in two, so she didn’t either.
Her hand twitched on the sheet.
She desired him. She wanted him to be her first. She had wanted, since the first time he had stood close enough for her to smell him, to know what his weight felt like on top of her. She did not let herself look at his hand on another woman’s back without flinching. She had not let herself think about why.
She wanted him. She knew the truth for sure now.
Cassian smirked, watching Cixi’s whole focus on his long shaft with wide eyes. "You are gonna like it!" he told her.
Her wet lashes lifted. Her cheeks were red. And she did not answer. She looked at him, never to let him go.
Cassian growled as if understanding what she conveyed through her eyes. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself over her. Their glances connected, and he took her mouth.
He bit her lower lip, once, more intensely. Blood beaded, and he slurped. The taste hit him, and his pupils dilated.
His hunger demanded more. So he sucked with more force. His cock abutted her vagina. It rubbed in contact with her hot and wet opening. Cixi cried out into his mouth. Her hands flew to his back. Her nails found his shoulder blades.
"I am crazy abt you, Cig," he said against her mouth.
Cig?
Why was he calling her a Cig. A thought arose, but she soon let it go. He always comes up with a nickname. Cig must have something... came out of his wildest mind. She smiled into his mouth. Her body was loose. Her body was glad. Her body had agreed to this an hour ago, and her brain was the last part of her catching up.
The kiss grew wilder between them. She bit his lip. His blood rose, and she tasted his blood this time.
"Fuck!" Cassian groaned against her mouth. "My Little lamb turning into a Wildcat." And he kissed her hungrily while his hands were pressing on her round hips.
They tasted each other for gods, for how long.
Cassian pulled back. He looked down at her.
"You definitely have put a spell on me." And he took her mouth again.
His hand found her thigh, and he parted her legs. He broke the kiss, drawing himself back.
He gazed down at her cunt he had tasted a short while ago... It stayed swollen, pink, and magnificent.
"I will be gentle." He then lifted his eyes to hers as he waited for her permission.
She nodded. And that is all he required.
He pressed the head of his cock against her.
He slowly pushed inside her. An inch at a time.
Cixi’s back arched off the bed as a gasp escaped her lips, mingling with a scream as Cassian entered her, taking her innocence in that intimate moment. The stretch was unbearable. The stretch was not enough.
"Cass... Cass."
"Breathe, sweetheart, breathe..."
And she breathed.
He pushed another inch inside.
Her hand grabbed the sheet and twisted. Her thighs trembled. Her mouth fell open.
He stopped there, giving her a virgin flower to adjust. Cixi took a deep inhalation. Her tearful eyes watched Cassian just like he watched her.
He gave her a wink before he entered an inch. A small whimper left her. It was a sound she would never have admitted to making in front of any other man on earth.
Cassian leaned forward and kissed her temple. Then he kissed her cheek. He kissed the hammering pulse at the side of her neck.
"You are doing Good, Cig."
She moaned. And he went farther in, but this time he pushed in at once. And before a scream left her mouth, he took her lips.
Finally, her body opened. Her body took him. Her body, which had been fragile before, now stretched around the man she had decided to give it to.
He was not all the way in. He pushed again. He sank to the hilt.
Cixi cried out. The cry was small and broken and shocked. Her vagina was full. Her hips were pinned.
The Devil was inside her body, and she was alive.
Cassian groaned against her throat. "You are so damm fucking, tight, Cig"
She could not speak.
"You are perfect."
She could not reply.
Cassian gasped at the intense pleasure. The prolonged foreplay, the teasing, the gradual build-up, had amplified this moment, this feeling, making it all worthwhile.
He held himself there. Inside her. He waited for her body to learn the shape of him. He kissed her eyelids. He kissed her cheek. He kissed the corner of her mouth.
She found her breath.
"Please." She requested.
And he moved. His manshaft sliding out slowly, then sliding back in, his tip hitting her cervix, sending a hold of pleasure through them.
The pain was replaced by intense pleasure. Her nails dig into Cassian’s back as his movements grow faster.
"Ahh! Mmmm!"
Cassian moved his shaft in and out, each thrust brushing against her cervix, sending waves of sensation through her. With every satisfying push, she could feel him swell within her, and her eyes widened in a mix of surprise and realisation.
"Why do I feel it’s growing bigger inside?" She questioned in a half-rasp.
"Shh, just enjoy tonight," he murmured, his lips closing around her right nipple. He began to tease and tantalise her, each soft assault sending Cixi spiralling into pure ecstasy.
Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, igniting a fire. Her inner muscles clenched and unclenched around him, while her essence flowed freely, mingling with the passion of the moment.
Cixi lost track of time, her senses overwhelmed as she reached her fifth orgasm. Just as the waves of pleasure washed over her once more, she heard Cassian’s voice break through, his breath ragged with desire. "I am closer," he murmured, adding to the intoxicating tension that surrounded them.
With a sixth orgasm crashing over her in powerful waves, Cixi surrendered completely to the moment. At that same instant, she felt Cassian release inside her, warm and filling, intensifying their connection in a crescendo of bliss.
*
The night was deep.
The lamp on the nightstand burned at its lowest setting. The curtains had not been drawn. Beyond the glass, the city was a long pattern of distant amber lights, and the bedroom was warm with the kind of quiet that only arrives at the centre of a long night.
Cixi did not sleep.
Her cheek was on his chest. Her hair was across his collarbone. One of her hands had closed around the chain at his neck without her remembering reaching for it.
She did not move. Her body pained, so did her virgina.
She listened to his heartbeat under her cheek. A little slower than her own. She had not known a man’s heart sounded different from a woman’s. She had not known a man whose heart sounded like this — patient, unhurried, certain of every beat it was about to take.
She did not want to sleep.
Sleeping would mean the night would end. Sleeping would mean the version of her body that was lying right now against the chest of the Devil of the Crown family would have to give itself back tomorrow to the version of herself that had to stand behind a counter at a cafe in an apron. She was not, at this hour, willing to make the trade.
Cassian’s thumb was tracing a slow line across her bare back.
He had been doing it for some minutes.
He had not said anything since ’sleep, Cixi.’
But she had not slept.
She wondered if he had noticed.
She lifted her face from his chest.
His eyes were open. He had been looking at the mirror. He moved his head a degree and looked down at her.
"You are not sleeping," he said.
