Katherine's thoughts stumbled as a surge of surprise and pleasure coursed through her. 'He's so… ah, good at this,' she marveled internally, caught off guard yet unable to deny the growing thrill. Cassian's lips captured hers with a commanding intensity, his mouth moving against hers as he skillfully teased her tongue with his own. The sensation sent tingles through her lips and deep into her, sparking an irresistible urge to respond.
She tried to maintain control, but as Cassian pulled her closer, wrapping her in his firm embrace, her restraint faltered. Instinctively, she hugged him back, her body pressing tightly against his. The swell of her breasts molded against his chest, and his hand settled firmly on her waist, drawing her even closer. The grind of his hips against her sent a sharp awareness of his arousal, the hard length of him pressing against her toned stomach
Cassian couldn't get enough of her. Every inch of her soft, inviting body seemed to call to him, and he wanted to savor it all before they truly began. The warmth of her skin against his was intoxicating, and her scent—so uniquely hers—filled his senses. He wanted to hold her so close, to feel her against him so completely, that even her fragrance would linger on him forever.
With a gentle but possessive motion, he lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his hip to bring her even closer. His hand slid down to her soft, round backside, squeezing it firmly, almost hungrily, as if committing the curve and feel of her body to memory. The way her legs spread slightly at his touch revealed her both entraces.
Framed by soft hairs, glistened with a moisture that spoke of her desire, the pinkish hue of her skin glowing with an irresistible allure. Just above, the other entrance, smooth and inviting, was surrounded by a faint circle of reddish hair, creating an exquisite contrast.
'Fuck...' he cursed silently, his frustration mounting. No matter how tightly he held her, it never felt close enough. The need to feel every inch of her against him was maddening, an unquenchable ache. Desperate for more, he shifted her position until she was almost fully draped over him, her soft, warm body pressed flush against his.
Both his hands roamed down to her backside, fingers spreading to grab her firmly. He squeezed her cheeks, spreading them apart as though claiming her completely. The movement revealed her entirely to him—her entrance, glistening and inviting, and the other, the perfectly round one, stretched slightly by his touch, looking even more exquisite in its vulnerability.
Overwhelmed by the sight, he kissed her with a wild intensity, his lips moving against hers in a messy, desperate rhythm.
Katherine was battling her own sense of frustration. Sticking to her act of being asleep meant she couldn't fully enjoy kissing him back or wrapping him in a tight embrace the way she wanted to. Still, she found subtle ways to participate without breaking the illusion.
She kept her head slightly lifted, careful not to let all her weight rest on his face, a small effort that went unnoticed but made her feel connected. Meanwhile, her hand, hidden beneath his head in what seemed like a casual position, was actually holding him in place, anchoring him to her as he continued to explore her body with those teasing, firm squeezes of her backside.
For now, Cassian felt satisfied with their closeness, the heat of her body against his fulfilling a deep need. But another part of him craved even more—an extra surge of pleasure to heighten the moment before he took the next step. Acting on that impulse, he slipped a finger into her back entrance, slow and deliberate.
The sudden intrusion drew a low, muffled moan from her, the sound vibrating against his lips as their mouths stayed locked in a passionate kiss. Cassian took his time, savoring the feeling as he began to move his finger, exploring her with deliberate motions. He traced the bumpy texture of her inner walls.
As he moved, Cassian applied a massage technique he had picked up from one of those unusual massage books she owned, specifically tailored for this sensitive area. To his satisfaction, it worked wonders—her body squirmed atop him, the technique proving highly effective at heightening her arousal and sensitivity.
She became so sensitive that her entrance seemed to relax and expand from the intensity of the sensation, allowing him to slip in a second finger with ease. This earned another soft, breathy moan from her lips. With one arm firmly positioned between her cheeks, his fingers worked her back entrance with slow, deliberate motions, while his other hand guided her movements.
He guided her with gentle pressure, urging her to slide herself up and down against him. The friction sent waves of pleasure through his body, his arousal growing so intense it felt like he might lose control at any moment. But he held himself back, reigning in the urge with sheer willpower.
His breathing grew heavier, both from the prolonged kiss and the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. Still, he didn't stop, his lips brushing against hers even as he muttered in a low voice, "Why can't I ever get enough of your body, my lady?"
Asking this, he didn't wait for an answer. He continued to finger her back entrance while kissing her, his focus entirely on her. When he felt his arousal at its peak, he knew it was time. He shifted their positions, now placing Katherine underneath him. This time, her legs were spread wide and bent back, her body positioned perfectly for him. He gently aligned her folds, ensuring it was easy to penetrate.
"Now, I apologize in advance for the morning weakness you might get...after this...," he said, his voice hushed with intensity. "But I'm not stopping until my vision goes blurry..."
With that, he positioned himself at her folds, slowly thrusting forward, his hips pushing gently at first as he slid inside her.
Both of their bodies arched in response—Cassian pulling back slightly, feeling the tightness of Katherine's folds as they gripped him. Katherine's chest rose, her rosy buds standing firm as she experienced her first release of the evening. At the same moment, Cassian felt his own release, a rush of pleasure that poured out of him like all the strength inside him.
And he savored it—the most euphoric feeling he had ever known.
What he loved most about this euphoric feeling was that he could experience it over and over again, with every woman offering a different version of it. And tonight, he was determined to experience this pleasure with Katherine, again and again, until the morning came or he passed out from exhaustion.
As soon as the intensity of his first release began to fade, strength returned to his body. He pulled Katherine closer, his lips finding her chest as he massaged both of her breasts, squeezing them gently. His limp length inside her began to harden again, the sensation quickly reigniting his desire. Katherine, still catching her breath, felt the surge of pleasure from her own release, her body alive with excitement as she eagerly anticipated spending the evening and night beneath him, experiencing wave after wave of pleasure.
Cassian's hips started moving back and forth, his rhythm growing more steady as she kept her legs spread, allowing him to slide in freely, hitting the perfect angle with each thrust. Her chest rose with every motion, the sensation of him inside her after a month of longing sending waves of pleasure through her body.
It was the first time she had taken him in so deeply, and already she felt the familiar craving, almost like an addict, eager for her second dose. She didn't care if she became addicted again—it felt too good to resist, just as it had the first time.
With every thrust, she was pushed further and further over the edge, crossing a point of no return. Her body trembled with excitement, her pleasure building until she couldn't hold back anymore. Loud moans escaped her lips, no longer a whisper of someone pretending to be asleep. Cassian's ears rejoiced at the sound, and he urged her on, the noise fueling his desire, making her cries of pleasure grow louder.
"I'm going to cum inside you over and over again... Aren't you worried you'll get pregnant, my lady?" Cassian asked, his lips trailing from one breast to the other, leaving the nipple of the one he'd sucked hard and shiny with saliva.
He wasn't wrong to ask; he was just being a gentleman. But Katherine didn't care. She wasn't worried about becoming pregnant, not that she'd ever thought she could in the first place. For a woman like her, it wasn't so easy. It wasn't just because she wasn't capeable of, it was casue. As a powerful mage, her body was stronger than most, unaltered by mana in the way a Circle Warrior's might be. But mages still had their own unique resilience, their bodies having undergone similar changes from constant exposure to mana.
She wished Cassian would do more inside her. She wasn't concerned about getting pregant, but the sensation of being filled up was something she enjoyed deeply. The more he gave her, the more she looked forward to the release, eagerly anticipating the rush of fluids that would come, just like last time. Despite her initial hesitation, feeling embarrassed by the intensity of squirting, now she welcomed it.
Cassian wasn't worried about her becoming addicted either; in fact, he would welcome it. But for now, he was content with releasing his essence inside her, over and over again.