Every inch of her skin he exposed, he consumed. Gorging on her taste. Reeling at her touch. Intoxicated by her smell. Triumphing at the sounds he earned from her. Drunk at the sight of her.

Every sensation demanding he take more.

And he did.

A nuance of the haze shifted away when he found himself on his back, naked, with a naked Elena, her smooth skin radiant in the moonlight, tracking her lips swiftly down his stomach to his stiff cock.

He moved to stop her.

But before he could, the warm moist of her sweet mouth closed around him and he lost all reason.

His hips surged up, seeking more, and she moaned around his shaft, giving it. Sucking deeply. Bobbing greedily. She released him only to lave at his balls while stroking his cock with her hand, his fingers in her hair, encouraging her to give more so he could have it, possess it, have her, possess her.

Then she moved back to his cock, swallowing it down, humming around it with a reverence that bordered on worship.

He was close to climax, he could feel the pressure build, his balls drawing up, and only then did a small amount of reason return.

Cass knifed up, pulling her away to her noise of angry protest.

He flipped her to her back, repositioned, opening her legs, using his fingers to spread her, then he bent and fed from her.

Gods, she was nectar.

Her back arched, driving her pussy into his mouth, as her low moan rose, drifting through the trees.

He took and took, starved for her, savoring her, unable to get enough, driving her to a frenzy, pulling her legs over his shoulders, feeling his cock ache as she dug her heels into his back, rocking against his mouth.

Her noises were now desperate whimpers, unintelligible pleas.

Before he heard, “No. With you.”

Cassius kept at her, his mind consumed with the desire to taste her climax on his tongue as it sang in his ears.

She tugged at his head. “Cass, please. With you.”

He knew what she wanted and angled over her, putting his mouth to her ear, his fingers toying in the wet between her legs to keep her primed, as he whispered, “I need to prepare you. You must be ready to take me.”

“I’m ready,” she breathed, her hands moving on him, nails scraping, her teeth sinking into his neck.

Fuck.

He groaned at the bite before saying, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me.”

“Ellie—”

She was reaching for his cock.

He tried to slant it away.

Both her hands clamped on his cheeks, she pulled his face above hers and whispered, “Cass, sweetheart, please.”

The passion in her eyes, the longing in her face, he was no match to fight it.

He wrapped a hand around his cock, guided it to her, and slowly, carefully, watching her face closely, he slid inside.