Her heart stopped as she felt his fingers on the clasp of her bra, and then her breasts were free, falling unfettered into his hands. She moaned softly into his mouth as he caressed her. Her legs began to quiver.
His kiss kept her from sinking floorwards. His kiss and his hands. Suddenly they weren't gentle on her flesh, but she didn't mind. She was as wild with passion as he seemed to be. She wanted him to be rough with her breasts, to lift the swollen mounds, to torment them, to feed this mad, fomenting need inside her. And he did, ravaging the tender flesh mercilessly, rubbing the sensitive, aching peaks till she whimpered in her pained pleasure.
He stopped kissing her, sliding his hot, moist mouth down the throbbing column of her neck, all the while murmuring her name. Over and over he said it. 'Cassie... Cassie...'
Then abruptly he scooped her up into his arms and laid her across the bottom corner of the bed, letting her head drop over the side, her soft hair falling floorwards from her neck. He took her arms and pushed them back on either side of her head, the position lifting her breasts to his questing lips. Cassie arched upwards, and as he drew one ripe, aroused nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth an animal sound husked from her parted lips. She found herself staring up at the windows, blindly gazing at the upside-down view.
Cassie's head was spinning. The room was spinning. Dazedly she grew aware that Dan had abandoned her flesh, that he was stripping off his clothes. And then he was back, lifting her head gently on to the bed, running his hands lightly down her body, peeling off the last scrap of clothing between them.
'So beautiful,' he murmured.
She was like liquid, her limbs heavy, her body consumed with a strange, drugging heat. She shut her eyes, making herself more aware of Dan's exploratory touch. His hands skimmed over her flesh, grazing her nipples, circling into her navel, then gently dipping between her thighs.
Her legs parted of their own accord, opening her body to his touch. She became languorous in his caresses, murmuring his name. His mouth replaced his hands, kissing her everywhere. More and more she opened to him. More and more.
She gasped when his lips moved intimately against her, but the pleasure was shockingly addictive. Electric jolts shivered along her veins. A mounting tension claimed her insides.
'Don't stop, don't stop,' came her impassioned, shivering words when he suddenly abandoned her.
His laugh had a harsh, triumphant sound to it. But he bent his head once more, repeating the blissful torture, taking her once again to the exciting edge of the abyss. It was ecstasy and agony. Heaven and hell. 'Oh, God!' she cried, her head threshing from side to side as the excruciating, nerve-tingling, irresistible pleasure was snatched from her once more. 'Please...oh, please,' she begged, squeezing her eyes tightly shut.
'Look at me, Cassie,' he growled. 'Open your eyes and look at me!'
She moaned and her eyes fluttered open to gaze pleadingly up at him. He was standing at the foot of the bed, his hair dishevelled, his breathing ragged, magnificent and virile in his nakedness.
'Now tell me you want me!' he ground out.
She opened dry lips. 'I want you ‑'
'I want you, Dan. Say it!'
'I want you, Dan,' she sobbed.
Never had she seen such a look. So triumphant, yet so ghastly. Every muscle in his face was drawn tight, his eyes glittering like those of a madman. He made a hoarse sound, then stepped forward to abruptly slide his hands under her buttocks. She suddenly felt like a dissociated object, stretched out before him on the quilt, he still standing beside the bed.
'Dan... No... Not like this...'
But he ignored her, his face contorted as he plunged into her, groaning as he wrapped her legs tightly around him, then grasped her hips in a vice-like grip. She had no leverage to struggle against him, and in truth she no longer wanted to struggle. Her body had surged with an indescribable sensation at his forceful possession. Nothing, she thought, could be more right than to be joined like this to the man she loved.
A trembling sigh quivered from her lips. Dan's eyes snapped up to hers. They were half shut in their passion, but they were watching her. His hands reached to cup her breasts, and his palms grazed the tips. Her lips parted with a soft moan.
'It has to be like this, Cassie,' he muttered thickly. 'I have to see your face... See your pleasure... Don't close your eyes, Cassie. Look at me.'
She did. And found it the most unbelievably arousing experience. Black lights danced in his eyes every time she made a sound, and when she moistened dry lips with her tongue she could see the flames of desire leap in his gaze.
'Your body and mine are one now, Cassie,' he rasped as he ground slowly into her. 'This is how it's going to be from now on. No other men... You will know only me!'
Cassie knew nothing. All she knew was sensation. Pleasure. And a blindly escalating tension. It was gripping her thighs, her insides, making her muscles tighten around him. She had to move.