'Something's coming,' Russella thought as she felt the wetness intensify, dripping from her onto Cassian's hand. On her foots, with her hips raised high, she tried to make sense of the sensation coursing through her.
"Cassian, stop... ahh, stop... I don't wan—ahhh..." she pleaded, her voice strained. Despite her words, her body betrayed her, moving in ways she couldn't control. She buried her head deeper into the pillow, hips lifting as if on their own, surrendering to the overpowering sensation.
Cassian, unmoved by her pleas, continued his deliberate movements, his fingers maintaining a relentless rhythm. Within moments, a surge of heat and pleasure built inside her, reaching an overwhelming crescendo before bursting forth in a hot, blurry spray that splattered across the bed. The force of her release made her body shudder as she clenched her teeth, the sensation leaving her trembling and breathless.
He watched with a satisfied smirk as the liquid arced out, leaving long, glistening marks across the sheets and soaking his arm. The dampness spread to her thighs, where clear rivulets trailed down her smooth, pale skin, catching the light as they trickled downward.
Even as the waves of sensation began to subside, Cassian continued his movements, thrusting his fingers in and out to coax out more of the warm, blurred release. "Stop..." she moaned, but her hips betrayed her, moving in rhythm with each pulse as the spray continued despite her resistance.
"Let it all out," Cassian murmured, determined to draw out every ounce of pleasure and tension from her body. His fingers, slick with her fluids, kept working even as her hips faltered from exhaustion and her thighs instinctively tried to close. He held them apart just enough to maintain his rhythm, pushing her beyond her limits as she released for another half-minute.
Finally, he withdrew his dripping hand, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her trembling, spent form.
Her thighs parted slightly, revealing her wet, glistening folds, still releasing a trickle of fluid that ran down her cheeks and added to the already sizable pool beneath her.
Cassian's eyes lingered on her as she lay there, chest heaving and one arm draped over her forehead. He gave her breast a gentle squeeze to get her attention. "Did those tremors stopped?" he asked.
Russella's mind was clouded from the intense release, the memory of the tremors momentarily forgotten. At his words, she realized the pain had vanished, replaced by a sense of calm. The only trembling now was the aftershock of the pleasure he had just drawn out of her.
She nodded weakly as he gently massaged her breasts, the soothing touch helping her relax even more. "Thanks…" she whispered with a soft smile. Cassian had pushed boundaries she hadn't been ready to cross—not because she disliked them, but because she feared how much she would enjoy them. And she did. Yet, she couldn't be angry with him; he had warned her it would be intense, that he might not stop even if she asked. She also knew he relished her pleas, but what could she do? He was helping her, and if satisfying some of his own urges came with that, she didn't mind.
'And it's not like anyone else is going to have those urges over my body,' she thought, a fleeting image of her husband crossing her mind before she pushed it away. Turning to Cassian, she weakly sat up. He looked a little disappointed that he could no longer continue massaging her breasts.
With a soft chuckle, she asked, "Didn't you say you wouldn't have any perverted thoughts about me?"
Cassian's cheeks flushed slightly as he replied, "That was while I was massaging you. Now that it's over, I can have them." His eyes met hers, hopeful. "I can, right?"
She looked at him, a smile tugging at her lips as she saw his wide, eager eyes gazing at her like a hungry puppy. With a resigned smile and a sigh, she said, "Yeah, yeah, go ahead…"
'What did I expect from a teenager?' she thought. She had believed Cassian to be mature, but his matureness betrayed him when it came to controlling these urges. No matter how composed he seemed, in moments , he acted exactly his age.
She watched as he shifted behind her, spreading his legs to let her lean back against him. His hands moved to her chest, gently kneading her breasts and rubbing her nipples. Though he kept his touch soft and unhurried, it was enough to draw quiet moans from her as she relaxed into him, savoring the subtle massage.
With his face close to her shoulder, Cassian inhaled the sweet scent of her neck, marveling at how flawless her skin appeared up close. The blend of black and gray in her hair complemented her mature beauty perfectly. He placed a tender kiss on her neck and murmured, "You're so beautiful, Russella."
"Thanks for the praise, young man, but it won't get you anything more," she said with a knowing smile, her experience telling her exactly where this could lead.
"Oh, I didn't say it for that, but it seems I might get something if I keep going," Cassian said with a smirk, rubbing his cheek against hers. She didn't stop him, only smiled and said, "We'll see about that if you stay a bit longer..." Her expression turned serious as she added, "Speaking of which, why are you investigating Pastor Abraham?"
"Who is that?" Cassian asked, a bit distracted as he enjoyed the softness of her skin and the feel of her body against his.
"The one who helped the Wan family move to the city," she clarified. Cassian's eyes lit up with recognition as he recalled Aiden mentioning the name during dinner. He nodded. "I'm not really supposed to , but, like everyone involved in this case, we consider him a suspect."
"You don't know him as he's not like that," she said, her tone defensive. "He's kind men. I met him when he came to our village. Because of him, Surock Village is so peaceful."