[ He'd been entirely right in his assumptions; Cassandra wasn't the type to be quiet, and so he was rewarded with quite a few rather loud noises for his efforts.
Apart from what that sinful mouth of his was doing to her, she loved the way his hands felt. Strong, solid. You could fall apart in a grip like that, because it was a sure thing that you'd still be held together.
She completely lost track of time as he reduced her to a panting mess, clutching at the sheets and arching her back as her body started to rebel against any efforts to control it as the need to come grew almost painful. ]
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Apart from what that sinful mouth of his was doing to her, she loved the way his hands felt. Strong, solid. You could fall apart in a grip like that, because it was a sure thing that you'd still be held together.
She completely lost track of time as he reduced her to a panting mess, clutching at the sheets and arching her back as her body started to rebel against any efforts to control it as the need to come grew almost painful. ]
God... Fuck...
[ Coherency was apparently not a thing anymore. ]