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Her hands moved to her thighs, her fingers curling in, dragging down the length of them and leaving pink tracks in her skin.

Her whole body was flushed and her tits looked fuller, her nipples dark and tight as fuck. “You ache, Cassy?”

“Yes…I ache so bad.”

I fucking swayed toward her but planted my feet again. “Slide a hand down the front for me…that’s it, baby.” Her hand disappearing down the front of her panties was the single sexiest thing I’d ever seen. My dick was leaking, a constant stream of pre-come pulsing from the head of my cock, soaking my boxers. “Dip lower between those pretty lips.” She did as I asked, her whimper making my legs fucking weak. “Tell me what you feel.”

I could see her fingers sliding through her slit. She gasped and arched, body rolling. The action was exquisite, living art. The most beautiful dance I’d ever seen. She whimpered again.

“Tell me, Cassy,” I growled.

“I…I’m hot…and slick, and swollen.”

My groan was low and loud. Fuck. I tore at the front of my jeans, shoved them and my boxers down, freeing my cock. “Look at me, Cassy. Look what you’ve done to me.” I was red and veined, the head glistening. Harder than I could ever remember being in my life.

Her eyes that she had squeezed shut shot open, and her gaze slid a slow trail from my face down my body. When it landed on my cock, her eyes widened and she jolted on the bed like an electrical current had fired through her.

“You did this to me, Princess. Only you.” I curled my fingers around my shaft and gave it a rough tug. Fuck, I was close to coming, so damn close. Her legs opened wider and I growled. “Slide a finger inside that tight pussy for me.”

I watched that hand move behind her panties. Then she gasped, her hips undulating.

My balls somehow grew even tighter. “That’s it. Work it…just like you do when no one’s watching. Show me…how you like to get off. Show me.”

Her hand was moving constantly beneath the thin fabric. “How many fingers are you fucking yourself with, Cassy? Tell me.”

She arched again, her cries getting higher. “Two. I’m using two.”

“Can you fit another one in, Princess? Can you?”

She shook her head, gasping. “I’m too tight.”

“Fuck,” I barked and started jerking my dick harder, faster, my grip brutally tight.

“Oh God, I’m…” Her hand moved, fingers sliding higher, furiously moving over her clit. “I’m going to come.”

“Show me,” I gritted out. “Now, Cassy.”

She cried out then jolted, body thrashing as she came apart, thighs slamming shut around her hand while she continued to work herself.

I barked out a curse as a stream of hot come pulsed from the head of my cock, splashing my abs and coating my fingers. My limbs went weak and I stumbled back, collapsing in the chair behind me. My heart was smashing against the back of my ribs, my head in a tangle. The only thought that broke through the mess in my head was the word mine repeating on a loop over and over again.

I lifted my head and stared across the gap between us. She was still on her back, eyes closed, hand down the front of her panties, chest rising and falling with her panted breaths, body limp.

The sight of her like that, sated in my bed, made the word become a roar vibrating around my skull.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I wanted to go to that bed. I wanted to fall on top of her. I wanted to wrap her in my arms, slide inside her, and take her, make her mine. Never let her go. But I couldn’t do that.

What the fuck had I done?

Chapter Thirteen

Cassandra

The hum of conversation sounded like bees buzzing around me incessantly. Another ballroom, another event for the wealthy of Springhaven. This was the last place I wanted to be.

This room, these people, felt like a lie, a cardboard cutout of an old life I no longer wanted any part of. I had no friends here, no allies. The only person I’d truly trusted at events like this had been Chris.