Cassian's brow was damp with sweat as his fingers cautiously lifted Katherine's dress a little higher, careful not to disturb her sleep. Slowly, he raised it just enough to reveal the entirety of her thighs, stopping only when he reached the band of her panties. His heart raced as he paused, taking in the sight before him.
It was the first time he had seen any woman's leg in nothing but her undergarments, and he couldn't help but let his eyes roam over every detail, committing it all to memory. Katherine's panties were delicate, made of lace like the ones he had often seen when handling her clothes.
This one was a dark blue, contrasting beautifully with her pale skin, the intricate patterns of the lace adding a subtle allure. The waistband sat snugly on her hips, emphasizing the curves of her body, while the material clung gently to her, leaving just enough to the imagination.
The lace along the edges gently pressed into her skin, highlighting the fullness of her thighs and hips. It clung to her curves in a way that made each detail more pronounced, enhancing her natural beauty rather than covering it. As his eyes wandered lower, he noticed the lace becoming just sheer enough to allow him a glimpse of the pale, almost translucent skin underneath.
To his surprise, there was a faint growth of hair, barely visible through the delicate fabric, which seemed to add a certain rawness to the sight, something more human and intimate than the perfectly smooth image he might have imagined.
Though the center of her panties was made of a thicker, less transparent material, obscuring any view of what lay beneath, he could still make out the faint shape of what was underneath it through the lace. The slight indentation of the fabric gave away subtle hints of her form, teasing him with its closeness, yet still maintaining a layer of mystery.
But he didn't dare to touch her panties or uncover her fully, despite how far he had already ventured into this perverse massage. The fear of Lady Katherine waking up and turning him into a half-blasted corpse or a pile of ash still loomed in his mind. So, he continued massaging her, though his eyes couldn't help but linger on the lace fabric, trying to discern the hidden parts beneath it.
His hands, now bolder than before, gently kneaded the softest, innermost parts of her thighs. The texture was incredible—warm, smooth, and slightly slick with sweat, yet incredibly soft, like nothing he had ever felt before, except perhaps Lucy's breasts. His fingers hovered just at the edge of her buttocks, the temptation to touch them gnawing at him, but he refrained.
To go that far would require her to shift positions, and he couldn't risk waking her.
As he worked, Cassian couldn't help but notice the intoxicating scent that lingered in the air around her. A flowery, rosy fragrance mixed with the warmth of her skin filled his senses. It clung to his hands as they moved over her inner thighs, a heady aroma that made his pulse quicken. He took a subtle sniff, savoring the blend of her natural scent and the perfume she always wore.
It was alluring, gentle, and utterly feminine—something that seemed to wrap around him and pull him deeper into the moment.
'She smells so nice,' Cassian thought, the intoxicating scent clouding his judgment and making him bolder. Slowly, he lifted one of Katherine's legs, sliding underneath it and letting it rest across his thigh. He positioned himself awkwardly beneath her knee, the angle strange and uncomfortable enough that it could have easily woken her. But it didn't, and that only fueled his growing daring.
Emboldened, he carefully lifted her second leg, placing it over his other thigh. Now, he sat fully between her legs, her soft, warm thighs resting on him. The feeling of her skin, smooth and supple against his body, made his pulse race. His hands roamed over her legs, pressing into her thighs as if he was still diligently massaging, but now with an added sense of intimacy.
He let his fingers slide further up, brushing over the inner parts of her thighs, slowly venturing into areas he had never dared before. The closer his hands moved to where her legs met, the more his fingertips brushed against the lace of her dark blue panties.
Katherine, still fast asleep, had no idea how close Cassian was to crossing a line. The weight of her legs resting on him, the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body—everything combined into an overwhelming sensation. Guilt gnawed at him, knowing how immoral this was, but the thrill of it made it impossible to stop.
His hands continued to roam her thighs, his touch gentle yet filled with desire, even as the large bulge in his pants pressed against her legs, a constant reminder of the line he had already blurred.
As the desire within him surged uncontrollably, Cassian found himself unable to resist any longer. His hands, once hesitant, began to drift toward the shape that had held his attention all this time. Finally, his fingers brushed against the lace of her panties.
"Nggh..." Katherine let out a soft sound, her lips parting slightly, causing Cassian's heart to stop in terror. He froze, convinced she had woken up. His eyes darted to her face, but to his immense relief, her eyes remained shut, her expression unchanged. Still, the sound was a harsh reminder of the line he was dangerously close to crossing.
The fear sobered him quickly. Delicately, he began to slip out from under her legs, moving with painstaking slowness to avoid waking her. His heart raced, his breath shallow as he carefully covered her legs again with her skirt, concealing what he had exposed. Once Katherine was settled, her breathing was steady in sleep.
'Thank God she didn't wake up,' Cassian thought to himself, letting out a long sigh of relief as he lay down beside her. Though a sense of regret lingered—wishing he could have done more—he knew better. His gaze shifted to Katherine, her peaceful face framed by the soft glow of the dim room, but his body remained tense.
His erection was still painfully obvious, but he fought hard to control his urges, knowing the consequences if he pushed his luck any further.
Determined not to do anything more outrageous than what he'd already done, Cassian forced himself to close his eyes, hoping sleep would claim him before his impulses could.
He eventually drifted off, unaware that if he had stayed awake even a moment longer, he might have lost his composure completely. Katherine's yellow eyes had opened, gleaming with mischief as they watched him. A sly, amused smile tugged at her lips as she stared at his sleeping face.
'I didn't think he'd make his move so soon,' she mused, her gaze traveling from his face down to the very prominent bulge in his pants, which caused her eyes to widen slightly in surprise. Her smile deepened.
'So... it was his thing I felt,' she thought, a smirk forming as she looked back at his innocent, sleeping expression. 'Quite big for such a baby face...'