Soon, Cassandra found herself urging Cassian to take more initiative, pressing his head closer to her chest as she craved the intense sensations of his mouth on her breasts. Her hand drifted to the bulge in his pants, rubbing against it as she let out sweet, unrestrained moans, silently hoping he would finally do something to push her over the edge and make her orgasm.
But Cassian remained focused on her breasts, his relentless attention leaving them tingling with heightened sensitivity. When he finally stopped, his lips glistening and his eyes locked on her frustrated expression, he smiled knowingly. Her breath hitched as she anticipated his next move, hoping he might ask to explore her other sensitive areas and finally give her the release she desperately craved.
To her surprise, Cassian pointed behind her and said with a teasing smirk, "We're about to reach the city, detective."
Cassandra turned her head, spotting a sprawling settlement nestled in the middle of the jungle, just at the foothills of a towering mountain range. The sight sent a wave of disappointment crashing over her, so intense it almost brought tears to her eyes. She glanced back at Cassian, her gaze filled with unfulfilled need and growing frustration. Seeing him make no move to continue, her emotions boiled over, and she shoved him away with a pout and a glare of genuine anger.
Cassian chuckled at her reaction, effortlessly pulling her back into his arms. "You don't look happy," he remarked with amusement, his grip firm despite her half-hearted attempts to break free.
As she struggled, Cassian leaned in closer, his voice laced with playful mischief. "I thought you didn't want this to happen, seeing how you want to get here as fast as possible."
She didn't respond immediately, her breasts still exposed as she turned her head away from his smirking face. "Yeah, you're right. Now let go of me, asshole," she muttered, her tone sharp but her resolve clearly wavering.
Her attempts to pull away were half-hearted at best, and Cassian's smirk widened as he found her pout irresistibly endearing. "I don't want to," he said with a teasing grin, his hands slipping down to grab her ample buttocks. He squeezed firmly, eliciting a surprised moan from her as her overly sensitive body betrayed her.
Leaning in closer, he continued, his voice low and tempting. "Not until you promise me you'll have sex with me again once we're in the city... or I'll just keep holding you and sucking on your breasts until you do."
As Cassian spoke, he caught the faintest hint of a smile on Cassandra's lips before it vanished, replaced by a look of mock anger. "I knew it…" she said in a dramatically loud tone, her voice laced with exaggerated frustration. "You're just going to make me do it again. That's why I didn't want this to begin with!"
Cassian bit back a chuckle at her theatrics, watching as she tried—and failed—to suppress her grin. He hadn't realized just how much sexual frustration could affect someone, let alone a seasoned Circle Warrior of the fifth rank. Then again, if she'd been worked up from the start, it made sense. He found her mix of exasperation and amusement endlessly entertaining, especially as she shifted the blame entirely onto him for "forcing" her into another round.
With a dramatic sigh, she nodded, finally relenting. "Fine. But just this once... I won't let you force me into it again," she declared with faux indignation.
Adjusting her disheveled top and tucking her breasts back in place, she turned her gaze toward the city ahead. "Now, let's just get this over with," she added with a huff before shooting forward, her form disappearing toward the settlement below.
Cassian watched her go, an amused smirk playing on his lips. In a way, he really had pushed her into this, teasing her to the point of frustration. But he knew that once her clouded mind cleared and the haze of her need faded, she might realize the truth—that despite everything, a part of her wanted it just as much.
As these thoughts lingered in his mind, they soon arrived in front of an establishment. Unlike the grand Magisteria, this place had a distinctly different aura. Nestled deep within a dense forest and backed by towering mountains, it was well-hidden from prying eyes. Cassian's gaze swept across the landscape, noting the faint outlines of massive walls nestled between the mountains.
Some sections of the walls were intact, standing tall and proud despite their age, while others lay in ruins, weathered and crumbled over time. The stark contrast between the preserved and destroyed portions gave the area an air of mystery and ancient history.
Cassian's curiosity piqued as he studied the sight before him. He couldn't help but wonder if these ruins were the very ones Cassandra had been eager for him to explore alongside her.
But he chose not to say anything, knowing full well she was still preoccupied with her lingering frustration. As they landed in front of the city, he slid his arm around her waist, giving it a firm squeeze to keep her body sensitized. With a playful smirk, he asked, "So, should we buy my clothes first, or get a room?"
Cassandra hesitated, her expression betraying a mix of annoyance and flustered indecision. Finally, she responded in an angry tone, though her face failed to match the sharpness of her words. "I'll buy you those stupid clothes later! First, let's just get this perverted nonsense over with. I can't wait to be done with it."
Cassian chuckled at her response, thoroughly entertained by her mix of irritation and barely concealed eagerness. "As you wish, detective," he replied smoothly, his voice laced with amusement.
With his hand still firmly resting on her waist, he guided her through the city gates. While he deliberately tried to keep their pace leisurely, Cassandra had other plans. Her steps quickened, her face betraying a spark of excitement she couldn't quite hide.
The moment her eyes landed on the first inn in sight, she pointed at it decisively. "Let's go there and get this over with," she said, her tone hurried and impatient.