“Mmm, kiss me, please....” she moaned, bringing her mouth back to his.
Pushing the thoughts out of his mind, he brought his full attention back to her and continued carrying her toward the staircase leading up to the second floor.
Their mouths then only parted once he threw her on the bed, so he could step back and admire the beauty that was Lara Angelov.
She laid there on her back wearing only her silk red thong, looking up at him with her lust-filled green eyes. And she was soaked right in the middle. He ached to touch her there. The beautiful lips nestled right in between her thighs.
Does she even know how fucking beautiful she is?
Cassius didn’t want to waste any more time. His eyes never broke away from her stare and as the words, “Cassius, come take me,” left her lips in just above a whisper, he peeled off his shirt, climbed onto the bed, hovered over her, and started kissing her once more. This time, however, their exchange was more passionate and longing than it had been before.
CHAPTER 7
Cassius broke the kiss and pulled away; his dark eyes roved over her face. “If you’re guilty of anything, and I find out, I’m still taking you to jail.”
“I wouldn’t expect less from you,” she murmured and reached for him, her body craving his touch.
He grabbed her wrists pinning them above her head. His head dipped, and his mouth moved along her jawline, nipping at the sensitive skin. She gasped, sucking in a quick breath, and ground herself against his hard length. It felt as though flames were consuming her from the inside, melting the cold frost that had settled in her chest ever since Milo's ghost had begun haunting her. Milo had never aroused her this way, none of her fiancés had.
She moaned Cassius' name, jerking against the hand restraining her arms. His mouth curved against her skin, and he clucked his tongue, moving over her collar bone. His teeth scraped over her nipple, closing around the bud. She cried out.
Leaving a trail of goosebumps, his free hand skated over her skin, brushed over her stomach, and dropped between her legs. His fingers pushed aside the thong, and thrust into her center, his thumb brushed over her nub, as his fingers withdrew. They plunged forward again, creating a slow torturous pattern of seduction. She jerked, her body tightening, his name on her lips.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, pressing her hips against his hand.
Cassius sat back, dragging her panties down her legs. He tossed them over his shoulder. Standing, he unbuttoned his pants, and let them drop to the floor. No underwear. Lara swallowed, her gaze sliding over his nude form. And much more impressive than Milo in all aspects.
Crawling up the bed, Cassius inched toward her, separating her legs with his knee. He leaned over, his eyes blazing.
A shiver rolled through her body. Where was Milo? Surely, he wouldn’t allow this to continue, no matter how much she wanted Cassius...
“Hurry,” she murmured, sliding her hands up his arms.
With a growl, his mouth claimed hers, their tongues tangling as he settled between her legs, the tip of him teasing her, then he thrust forward, plunging deep into her center. He withdrew, dragging a groan of complaint from her lips before he slammed forward again, his hips grinding into her. The second time he pulled back, he didn't wait, plunging forward with the same urgency flowing through her body. Lara’s fingernails raked down Cassius’ back, her head tipped back as she welcomed his assault.
“Please.” Her voice echoed around the room, deep, guttural, filled with need, driven by Cassius’ relentless pace. She didn’t know if she was begging Cassius or Milo, but either way, she was rapidly speeding toward her release. Her fingers dug into Cassius’s skin as her body wound tighter, her orgasm imminent.
His hand slid over her hip and wrapped around her thigh, lifting her leg. He drove deeper, his own breath coming in short gasps. Lara screamed, the orgasm crashing over her body. She trembled beneath him, while wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her, drawn out by Cassius’ relentless pounding. Cassius called out, finding his own release, collapsed beside her, flipping onto his back, and draped his arm over his eyes.
A cold breeze wafted into the room, dancing over Lara’s bare skin. Shivering, she pulled the edge of the comforter over her body. Eyes closed, Cassius’ hand slid out, catching hers.
“Don’t cover up. You’re beautiful.” He opened his eyes and rolled toward her, his gaze pinning her. “If you were mine, and I wasn’t worried about falling out a window—” Lara grimaced “—I’d never let you wear clothing. Ever.”
“I was cold.” Lara blushed and glanced down, embarrassed by Cassius’ unwavering attention. He reached out, tipping her head.
“How about some coffee to warm you?”
“Instead of clothing?” A smile twitched the corner of her mouth.
“Exactly.” He rose, unembarrassed by his nudity. “Coffee maker in the kitchen?”
She nodded. Her eyes dropped to his butt as he exited the room, a tiny grin on her lips.
“Enjoying yourself?”
Lara screamed and stuffed her fist into her mouth to smother the sound. She twisted sideway, tucking the sheet under her arms.
“What do you want, Milo?”
“I thought you'd be more grateful, considering I just let you come.” He sat on the bed.
“You didn't let me do anything,” she snapped. The smell of coffee drifted up from the kitchen. She glanced at the door, any moment Cassius would reappear, and Milo would kill him. One thing bothered her. Her gaze slid back to Milo. “Why didn't you take him before we had sex?”
“I thought you deserved some fun.”
“Bullshit. You hate to share. You were so obsessed with me that you refused to stay dead. You’ve already killed three fiancés, and I didn’t have sex with any of them.”
Milo's eyes narrowed. “Get him into the attic.”
“Why? I thought the symbol was strong enough to reach through the floor.”
“I don't know why it didn't work.” Milo flared; his outline shimmered electric blue. “I tried twice, but I couldn't hold on... it was as if he was dead inside. However, I won't fail a third time.”
“Cream and sugar?” Cassius' baritone echoed through the downstairs. Milo vanished.
Lara cupped her hand around her mouth, calling back, “Both, please.”
“The attic, Lara.” Milo's voice swirled around her. “Or the next time he fucks you, I'll possess you and stab him through the heart.”
Lara slid from the bed and wrapped the sheet around herself like a toga. She padded into the hallway, stopped beneath a string dangling a few inches above her head, and glanced over her shoulder as Cassius came up the staircase clutching two steaming mugs.
His eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Something wrong?”
“Yes.” She jumped; her fingertips brushed the bottom of the string. “I realized the reason we felt a cold breeze is because the window in the attic is broken, and I haven't covered it.”
She jumped again, missing a second time. Cassius' lips twitched; amusement lit his eyes.
“Do you need any help?”
She glowered at him. “Do I need help pulling down the ladder, or do I need help covering the window.”