"I'm cumming...," Cassian announced, releasing for the third time since they'd begun. Lucy's heart swelled with satisfaction at his words, but she couldn't show it on her face nor voicing it aloud. She had, after all, reached her peak same number as him already, though she refused to admit it, letting her ego reign supreme.
But she didn't need to say it—her body betrayed her. Earlier, she'd been riding him slowly, deliberately controlling the pace, teasing out his pleasure with every calculated movement. Now, her control had crumbled. She clung to him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder, her breath ragged. Her lips parted involuntarily, her eyes fluttering as she fought to keep them from rolling back, her flushed expression hidden in the crook of his neck.
Her mouth released loud, unrestrained moans as her hips moved fervently, rising and falling at a frantic pace. Cassian's hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements and helping her go even faster. As he released another wave of pent-up essence, a groan escaped him, the pleasure intensifying as she eagerly took him in for the third time. His lips latched onto her shoulder, sucking hardly, adding to the heated moment.
The aftermath of his release painted an even more erotic scene. Thick streaks of his essence trailed down her inner thighs, glistening as they caught the dim light, mingling with the sheen of sweat on her flushed skin. Where their bodies met, a slick, messy mixture clung to her dark curls, creating a hypnotic contrast against the deep shadows between her legs. Each movement spread the glossy wetness further, coating her thighs and the base of his length, making the view between her legs a tantalizing picture of raw desire and unrestrained passion. The sight alone could have pushed him over the edge all over again.
'Cummmingg...' Lucy silently announced another orgasm in her mind as her folds clenched tightly around Cassian's length, her hips jerking slightly with the intensity. Despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through her, she refused to stop moving. She wanted to push Cassian to his next release, an intense one, and she knew the best way to achieve that was to keep her hips working relentlessly.
The downside for her was that each movement amplified her own pleasure, making her climax even more intense. With every release, her body grew increasingly sensitive, and she knew it wouldn't be long before the pleasure became a constant, hitting her every other minute. But she didn't care. All she wanted now was to hear Cassian beg for a break—only so she could deny him and keep going, savoring the sight of his face overwhelmed with pleasure.
By now, Cassian had already finshed with his fourth release, yet Lucy showed no signs of stopping. She kept moving, relentless and determined. Bracing himself, he wrapped his arms tightly around her back, pulling her closer as he buried his face against her shoulder. His mouth moved instinctively, kissing and sucking at her soft skin—her shoulder, her breast, anywhere but her nipples—to muffle the grunts and moans threatening to escape him. He knew exactly what she wanted: for him to beg her to stop. But he wouldn't.
Not because it would wound his pride, but because he didn't hate what she was doing to him—far from it. Even as his overstimulated length started to soften, unbearably sensitive, it began to harden again, spurred on by the relentless heat and pleasure of her movements. The last remnants of his release escaped as his arousal surged once more, fueled by the knowledge that she, too, was succumbing to her own climaxes, making the moment all the more exhilarating.
"Miss Lucy, kiss me," he said, his voice pleading as he lifted his face from her breasts. Lucy, still riding him with relentless movements, was lost in the aftermath of her release, which had been stretching on for a minute now, her body trembling with the intensity of it. She wasn't in the mood to deny him.
Her eyes fluttered, almost rolling back as the pleasure continued to course through her. Without a second thought, she pressed her lips onto his, her mouth already open as she kissed him roughly, her tongue pushing into his. The kiss was messy, wild—slobbering, even. Her lips were slick with saliva, some of it dripping down onto their skin, mixing with the heat of the moment. It wasn't sensual or tender; it was raw and urgent, both of them fighting for control. The kiss wasn't pretty, but it felt more intense than any slow, romantic one could ever be, as the pleasure radiated through them both, unrestrained.
'I can't do it anymore...' Lucy gasped, her release finally coming to a halt for the moment. She realized she couldn't keep going unless she wanted to be the one begging.
Breathing heavily, she pulled her saliva-coated lips away from Cassian's, her hair sticking to her face and sweat glistening on her back. Her normally soft, motherly expression was nowhere to be found. Instead, she looked breathless, her face flushed and messy, her eyes wide with the lingering pleasure. It was a stark contrast to the gentle, caring persona she usually wore. Her body, still quivering, matched the raw, lewd energy of the moment—wild, unrestrained, and thoroughly overwhelmed by the pleasure.
She stopped her hips from moving, taking a moment to rest as she sank fully onto him, sitting on his lap. Cassian felt her tighten around him, the pressure building as she adjusted. After a few seconds, she raised her hips again and, in a breathless voice, said, "Lay down..."
With that, she fully withdrew from him, the sensation of her folds leaving him feeling strange—almost as if he belonged inside her, a sense of connection that lingered even after they parted. The feeling was oddly familiar, not entirely new, and Cassian couldn't help but think back to Lady Katherine. The sensation of being with her had stirred something similar inside him, a deep sense of being lost in the moment, as if he were meant to stay inside her forever which he felt with lady Katherine too.