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Needing Cassidy Chapter 30

Writer's picture: Lacey St. SinLacey St. Sin

CHAPTER 30


Cassidy’s permission sparked something in him, as if he’d been holding back, uncertain. He didn’t hold back any longer. The next kiss was different. Desperate. Need spiraled through her, pulling her in and he pulled her to him, her chest crushed against his, his tongue working wonders against her lips, diving inward and dancing with hers.

His strong arms like bands of steel he rolled onto his back and she was on top of him, pressed into him and straddling one large thigh.


He kissed and licked but refrained from using his teeth again, teasing until she started squirming against him. One of his hands released her back and clamped firmly onto her knee in an attempt to still her, but the pressure only urged her on. She bucked her hips, pressing herself against his hip, raising her leg until it was brushing against the bulging erection that was hardly contained in the soft pants he wore.


“Cassidy,” he warned, breaking the kiss. She rubbed her knee against him gently and a strangled sort of sound flew from him.


Lightning flashed giving her a view of Tor, his head thrown back, eyes closed, a muscle along his jaw strained. She kissed it, and before she could do anything else she was flipped onto her back the weight of Tor’s body pressing her down into the mattress, pinning her.


“I was trying to give you a little control so you might choose our pace,” he growled.


“I was choosing the pace,” Cassidy pouted, though she wasn’t actually put out. The weight of his body on top of hers was its own erotic sensation. She bucked slightly, testing.


He hissed out a breath and pressed a hip into her, stilling her movement. “We are not going to rush this, Cass. I’m going to savor you.”


He lowered his head and kissed her so thoroughly that she forgot her argument. It made sense that the man would be good with his fingers, but holy shit was he good with his mouth. He suckled and plunged and licked, every movement mimicking sex and strumming pangs of longing straight into her core.


He bit her again, this time with purpose and she about came up off the bed. He stilled her though, licking and kissing tentatively along her jaw and then neck.


She ran her hands along his neck, down to his shoulders and back, playing in the dips and hollows carved out by pure muscle. His breathing had picked up, she could feel it against her neck in between each kiss.


When he started lifting the hem of the soft green shirt she was wearing she arched her back, urging him on, doing her best to aid him. It didn’t help though, the man was taking it torturously slow. She hyper focused on the brush of his fingers against her side and then her ribs. He left a trail of heat beneath the curve of her breast before pulling the fabric up over her head. She tried to pull her arms loose quickly but he was too fast, pressing the center of the material into the bed and trapping her wrists within.


“Slowly,” he ground out as he straddled her, the unoccupied hand trailing downward and unclasping the fastener that held the Livarian version of a bra together.


Her breasts sprang free like some sort of terrible anime, complete with a bouncing that brought a flush to her cheeks. She wasn’t the largest girl, in the breast department, but her generous C cups were enough to require tighter fitting undergarments for active days.


Tor leaned over her, tapping something on the table near the bed. Soft light flooded the room, not nearly as bright as the building was usually.


He rose above her, hair mussed and looking down at her with her arms pinned above her head and her breasts in full view.


“I knew they’d be perfect,” he murmured, more to himself than her, but it had her blushing anyway. He cupped one reverently and ran his thumb over the nipple.


Cassidy groaned. “You’re killing me.”


He bent his head to her chest and ran his tongue over her breast. The position did not allow him to continue to pin her wrists so she slid them from the fabric and into his hair. He licked again, then suckled, and then allowed a fang to scrape across the bud.


Cassidy screamed as her muscles contracted in a spike of pleasure straight down her back and into her core. He growled appreciatively and did it again, over and over just enough to have her writhing, but not enough to find completion. Finally his hand drifted lower, tickling the sensitive skin of her ribs and stomach, playing with the hem of her pants. Back and forth, a finger slipping beneath and then retreating before moving down her thigh and then up again.


Cassidy was all for foreplay. She loved foreplay. But she didn’t have patience for this. He’d teased her and tempted her into a frenzy and all she knew was that she wanted him insider her. Now.


She bucked against him, displacing his weight and quickly removed the remainder of her clothes. Tor watched brows raised, eyes alight with amusement, and arousal. His nostril’s flared as he took in the sight of her and she wiggled a little and dropped her legs open like the hussy he’d made of her.


“Cass,” he choked, his eyes glued to her folds and she knew he would be able to see the wetness there. “I would like to give you time to be certain.” His voice broke and he coughed to clear his throat.


She smiled at him. Never had she thought she would be eager for marriage, never had the idea of being tied to someone, responsible for them, been anything short of panic inducing. But here, looking at the man before her, an emotion stirred within her that had never tempted her before. She knew that beneath the shell he’d built around himself there was an incredibly kind and caring man, with great wit and greater devotion to his people. She admired and respected him. She loved him.


“I am certain,” she told him, nodding her head, because as the words came out she realized how true they were. Suddenly she knew she’d never been more certain of anything in her life. This was what she’d been searching for.


She reached for him, touching him as he’d touched her, with the exception of the fangs. She sat, pushing him downward, kissing his jawline, the position caused her breasts to rub against his chest and a small sound escaped him at the contact. Smiling against his throat she brushed them against him again, her hands running over his firm shoulders, and across his chest, tracing the striped markings lower and lower. When she reached the waistband of his pants she mimicked exactly what he’d done to her, carefully avoiding the very obvious bulge straining for attention.


“Cassidy,” he choked on her third pass and grabbed her hand. “I would like, very much, for you to continue, but I’m afraid if you do I will shame myself.”


Hmm. She gave him a wicked grin and relented, allowing him to lay her back once more.

“Take them off, at least?” she asked and then watched as he did so, his eyes locked onto hers. The bulge had not done his erection justice. It stood, proudly pointing toward her, larger in length and girth than any she’d seen. A glimmer of moisture glistened at the end.


“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, stroking her with long brushes of his fingers. Curving around her breast and down toward her curls. She whimpered when he slid along her folds, dipping inward and then retreating to circle the sensitive nub at the top. He continued, playing, spreading her wet slickness, building the pressure higher and higher.


When she didn’t think she could take anymore he rose above her, pulling her hips up toward him and nudged at her entrance.


“You have to be sure, Cass,” he ground out, his jaw clenched with restrained passion.

She didn’t answer in response, instead she thrust her hips, taking him inside of her. Whatever restraint he had broke and he completed the movement, meeting her, sliding all the way in.


The sensation of him filling her, so full and rock hard had her muscles clenching down on him, so close...so, so close. He cursed.


“I wanted this to last...”


He slid outward and then in again, roughly this time, growling his pleasure. The sound had her straining against him, everything in her body tightened. He pumped again, and again leaning down into her his forehead on the crook of her neck, mouth at the top of her breast. He licked as he pounded into her and she threw herself upward as her orgasm crested, crying out as the wave peaked, every stroke of his cock sending a new wave the intensity stiffening her muscles in a bust of pleasure she could feel all the way to her toes. Still he fucked, and when he came, just as the waves of her own pleasure began to fade, he bit. Not scraped. Not played. A painful but incredibly erotic puncture of his fangs.


Stars burst behind her eyelids, like the lightning that played outside. The second orgasm rocked her body, stronger than the first. She threw her head back, trying to contain the strangled scream that wanted to escape. His growl answered her and the feel of him pouring into her had black spots dancing around her vision. She came and came, the waves relentless. Even as he slowed she was still coming, until, at last her body just couldn’t take anymore and she collapsed, covered in sweat and panting.


“Oh my God,” she managed weakly.


Tor chuckled as he pulled out of her and collapsed beside her, pulling her until she lay along him, pressed against him. He gave her a fanged grin, “oh, my dear mate, that is just the beginning.”

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Stacey Manning
Stacey Manning
Jun 24, 2022

Oh. Oh my. And here I thought Draven and Mia’s scene was hot. Or Tianna’s. Or any of the Dragons. But Tor, my man, you have surpassed all. I was blushing reading it. Cassidy, you lucky lucky girl. I might have to read that again…… and again

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