Page 138 of Remnants: Disruption
With one hand around my throat and the other palming at my abdomen, I almost short circuit.
“So, it’s just me—” and she presses a searing kiss to my mouth. Her teeth click against mine and she swallows my cry.
Cass releases my mouth for a moment and whispers, “I would like it to always be you, if you will have me.”
“Why?” I ask, feeling overwhelmed and, at the same time, desired in a way that I’ve never felt before. “Why me?”
Cass’ expression darkens like I’d just upset her.
“I want to know who hurt you,” her warm breath sends chills down my spine. “Because I will flay their skin from their bones and feed them to the wolves.”
I let out a whimper as she kisses a trail up my jaw.
“You just—” I shudder again as she inhales deeply against my neck. “You could have anyone and you choose me?”
“So could you,” she hums, biting at my earlobe. It hurts but God, I already feel wound tight. “Accept my heart, Arya.”
She presses flush against me, her thigh applying overpressure to the hand toying at my center.
“I just need you to be open with me,” I huff out, feeling her fingers dip below my loose waistband. “Please don’t break my heart.”
The plea feels absurd, but Cass leans back to meet my eyes—a deathly seriousness in the swirling, darkened orange.
“There is nothing more important to me than you, Arya,” and she must see the confusion on my face because her cheeks tinge pink. “It will take time for me to explain, but I am going to do everything in my power to help you understand.”
And I can tell she believes what she’s saying—which in itself is terrifying and beautiful in equal measure.
“Please let me show you,” she whispers, lips pressing to my jaw again. “I do not wish to hold back anymore.”
Teeth press into the soft flesh at the base of my neck, and I let out a shuddering groan.
“Say it,” she hisses and I almost lose all feeling in my legs.
“Please, Cass.” I’m not even sure what she wants me to say, but that seems to do it.
Her hand around my neck tightens and she bares my throat to her. The other hand finally pushes beneath my waist band and cups roughly at my core.
“Oh, fuck,” I hiss. I can already tell this won’t take long.
“Be a good girl and stay still while I play,” Cass’ voice is teasing, but I lock my spine anyways.
Fingers deftly push aside soaked panties and press against my hot flesh. I buck against her hand and let out a keening cry.
“So wet for me,” she purrs, pressing another kiss to my neck. “I am honored.”
“You’re—” I hiss as she runs a finger the length of my slit. “You’re fucking hot.”
“Is that all it takes?” she asks but doesn’t wait for an answer as one finger dips into pooling wetness.
My hips meet her fingers as if finding their home. She swirls her index along my cunt and my eyes lock onto hers. She’s magnificent.
“Oh, Cass,” I whine as one finger enters me fully.
My hands come up to grip around Cass’ hips, and I realize, somewhat belatedly, that this is the first time I’ve actually touched her.
She begins to pump rhythmically with the single finger, her palm roughly grinding against my clit.
“You feel so good. So soft and warm,” she groans, teeth nipping at my jaw as she moves her hand to cup the back of my neck. “Good girl.”
