Page 191 of Remnants: Disruption
Light emanates from the top of the stairs now and I see what looks to be the similarly designed stone chic that had permeated her bedroom.
“And now?” I ask, finally climbing into the soft lighting of what looks to be a living room. “Is there a fucking catacomb in your den?”
“Yes, we can discuss my interior design flaws at another time. Please, Arya, I want your skin on mine”
She pulls me by the arm and directs me through the hall that ends in the bedroom.
“You destroyed my room,” she grumbles.
I let out a giggle as she spins me onto the bed. “To be fair, I didn’t mean to. I was a bit upset.”
“Mhm,” she says, dropping the cloak.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, staring at immaculate breasts and a toned abdomen I’d only briefly seen in the shower. “You were naked?”
“I had literally just crawled out of bed, Arya,” she says, eyes narrowing a little. Cass leans forward, her chest close enough to kiss. She places her hands on either side of my hips, effectively pinning me and stops a millimeter from my lips.
“What—” I swallow thickly, suddenly wanting to look anywhere but her vibrant orange eyes. “What do you normally like?”
A flicker of sadness dances in the way she follows my lips. “I do not know. Truth be told, I did most of the touching. I have touched myself, of course, but—”
I nod, understanding the sentiment. The lack of trust. It’d only been a few times for me anyways, what with the hopeless pining over Percy and being a Remnant. There was really no way to hold a relationship.
“Okay,” I whisper, reaching up both hands to caress her face and jaw. “Direct me and I’ll do my best.”
She gives me a wicked grin before pushing me flat onto my back, straddling me as my legs dangle.
I let out a groan as Cass’ entire naked body presses down onto mine. Her hips rock slowly against the thin joggers separating us.
“Let me—” I let out in a huff as she presses wet kisses down my neck. “Let me get undressed.”
“I would rather see you squirm first,” she whispers against the shell of my ear.
I hiss as her tongue flicks against my earlobe and traces a pattern down my face.
She switches tact and nips gently at my neck. “It is a shame my bites no longer cause ecstasy.”
“What did it—” I let out a soft gasp as she grinds harder. “What did it feel like?”
She’s lower down my front now, pressing kisses to my neck and the top of my chest at the neckline.
“Typically,” she begins so conversationally, it’s like thisisn’tthe most erotic thing that’s ever happened to me. “There is an element of sharpness to the feeling. It often manifests as whatever would be the greatest aphrodisiac to the victim”
“Victim?” I huff, her tongue tracing a trail along my exposed clavicle.
“Apologies,” she whispers, sounding not at all apologetic, “you would be a willing participant. We had those.”
I let out a keening groan as she nips the tight skin at the collarbone. “So, if someone smelled and tasted like a sweet spiciness that drives me fucking crazy—is that what you mean?”
Cass’ entire body stills, teeth still pressed against my neck where I figure there’ll be a hickey in the morning.
“What?” she breathes, not moving, not looking at me.
I run my hands down her bare back, cupping the ass I desperately want to play with. “It annoys me, sometimes, how perfect you are. Your morning breath smells like a sweet, sugary spice and your kisses leave my lips tingling.”
She leans back, hands resting on either side of my head. Her eyes flit around my face for a moment before she lets out a disbelieving scoff. “That should not be possible—and yet you do not lie.”
“I wouldn’t—” I start, but her mouth is against mine and I feel the incisor again. This time she doesn’t retract them, instead pricking at my lips and tongue.
