Chapter 319: R-18 [3]

The air in the room was warm and thick with the faint scent of herbal soap and steam from the adjoining washroom. The heavy frost wards remained firmly in place, keeping the quiet intimacy of the bedroom completely isolated from the outside world.

I was lying back on the mattress, resting my head comfortably in Cassandra’s lap. She sat with her back propped against the carved headboard, a loose silk robe draped lazily over her shoulders, left unfastened at the front.

Her slender, cool fingers stroked gently down my jaw, occasionally trailing lower to idly play with the half-hardened heat lingering between my thighs.

Her touch was slow, absentminded, and completely devoid of her usual aggressive urgency, just a relaxed, quiet affection that felt almost surreal given the violent storm we had spent the last few hours riding out.

“The head cook asked about your dietary preferences,” Cassandra murmured, her voice soft and delightfully hoarse from hours of shouting and crying out.

Her fingers wrapped loosely around my length, applying a light, rhythmic pressure that made my hips give a tiny, involuntary twitch.

“He thinks you’re falling ill because you barely ate your breakfast yesterday.”

“I was busy dealing with the outer guard patrol logs,” I replied lazily, closing my eyes as her palm smoothed over my stomach.

“Tell him to stop worrying. If he keeps making those heavy mutton stews, I’m going to end up sluggish during morning drills.”

“I’ll tell him no such thing,” she hummed, her fingernails lightly tracing the inner curve of my thigh.

“You need the energy, Jin. Especially if you plan on surviving my presence.”

A quiet beat passed between us, filled only with the soft rustle of the silk sheets and the rhythmic rise and fall of our breathing.

Then, her stroking hand slowed to a stop.

Her fingers shifted, lightly cupping the base of my shaft as she leaned down slightly, her long silver hair falling forward like a shimmering curtain on either side of my face. When I opened my eyes, I found her looking down at me with hooded, dark grey eyes that had lost all their sleepy passivity, replaced once more by that familiar, intoxicating glint of wicked mischief.

“Jin,” she purred softly, her breath warm against my cheek.

“What?” I asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

“I want to sit on your face.”

I let out a long, heavy sigh, staring up at her through the silver veil of her hair.

“You really never get tired, do you?” I muttered, though there was no real bite to my voice.

Cassandra didn’t answer with words; her lips simply curved into a triumphant, breathtaking smile.

I shifted my position, sliding further down the mattress so my head rested flat against the dark pillows.

Cassandra swung her legs over, straddling my head with effortless grace. The silk of her robe fell open completely, exposing her pale, flushed skin to the warm firelight once more.

She lowered herself down slowly, guiding her slick, swollen center directly over my face. The intoxicating, sweet heat of her hit my senses all over again, making my breath hitch as her full weight settled over my mouth and nose.

Her hands planted firmly on my shoulders for balance, her knuckles white as she began to move.

I didn’t make her wait. Wrapping my hands tightly around the back of her thighs to hold her steady, I pressed my tongue flat against her sensitive, aching core, licking upward with firm, wet strokes.

Cassandra’s back arched instantly, a muffled, sharp gasp tearing from her throat. “Ah—! Jin… yes!”

She began to ride my face with a slow, grinding rhythm, her hips rolling forward and backward as she used my mouth to build her pleasure.

Looking down at me through long, dark lashes, her stormy grey eyes were wide, dark, and utterly mesmerized by the sight of her brother entirely beneath her, taking her slick warmth into his mouth.

I deepened the pace, my tongue swirling around her hardened peak while my hands squeezed the soft flesh of her thighs, anchoring her firmly against me.

Every time her hips pressed down, I drank in her shuddering gasps, matching every roll of her lower body with ruthless, rhythmic suction.

The pace quickly lost all restraint. Cassandra’s breath turned into short, broken wheezes, her silver hair whipping wildly around her face as her movement grew frantic, desperate, and completely unchecked.

“Jin… Jin! I’m—ah!”

Her eyes rolled back, her hands digging violently into my shoulders as her hips slammed down hard against my face, pinning my mouth completely to her core as her second, shattering climax ripped through her body.

Wave after wave of intense, hot release flooded my tongue as her inner muscles pulsed rhythmically, her entire frame trembling uncontrollably until she finally collapsed forward onto my chest, completely spent.

Still breathless and trembling from her climax, Cassandra didn’t let the stillness last for more than a few seconds. A playful, wicked glint returned to her dark grey eyes as she shifted her weight off my chest.

“Well… I won’t be the only one feeling good,” she purred softly, her voice raspy and thick with satisfaction.

She maneuvered her body onto her side, positioning her hips directly over my face while extending her long, slender legs toward my lower half. Sitting on my face at a sharp angle, her slick warmth pressed firmly against my mouth once again, muffling my dry, exasperated chuckle.

Before I could speak, her smooth, cool sole slid down the length of my chest, dragging across my stomach until her toes curled gently around the tip of my hardened shaft.

Cassandra looked down at me sideways, her long silver hair spilling over her bare shoulder, a thoroughly triumphant smirk gracing her lips.

Using the arches and soles of her pale, flawless feet, she began to stroke my length in a slow, agonizingly deliberate rhythm.

The contrast between her silky, cool skin and my burning heat sent a sharp, electrifying shock straight down my spine. She expertly used both feet, sandwiching my shaft between them and applying a firm, squeezing pressure that dragged up and down from base to tip.

My hands clamped tight around her hips, my tongue instinctively moving against her core as her rhythmic strokes accelerated, driving the tension in my lower body right back up to a boiling point.

I couldn’t take another second of her teasing.

Before her feet could complete another torturous stroke, I reached up, grabbed her ankles, and shoved her legs aside.

Cassandra let out a sharp, surprised gasp as I surged upward, flipping our positions in a single, explosive motion and pinning her flat against the dark silk sheets.

“Jin—!”

I cut her off completely, slamming my mouth down onto hers in a rough, bruising kiss that swallowed her protest whole. She hummed into my lips, her shock instantly dissolving into pure, dark delight as her arms whipped around my neck, pulling me down flush against her bare skin.

I didn’t wait for permission, and I didn’t give her a second to build her defenses back up.

Holding her hands firmly above her head with one hand, I guided my broad, throbbing tip directly against her dripping entrance and drove my shaft straight into her wet, tight cave in one deep, unyielding thrust.

“Ah—! JIN!”

Cassandra’s back snapped off the mattress in a rigid arch, a breathless, piercing scream breaking against my mouth as my full length buried itself to the hilt within her slick depths.

Her inner walls, still sensitive and trembling from her recent climaxes, clamped tightly around me in a crushing, desperate grip.

My chest heaved against hers, my heart thundering like a war drum in my ears as I hovered over her, looking down into her dark grey eyes, blown wide, glossy, and entirely conquered.

“No more games, Cassandra,” I growled softly, my voice low, raspy, and thick with restraint.

A slow, thoroughly ruined smile spread across her flushed lips, her knees wrapping tightly around my waist, pulling me even deeper.

“Good…” she rasped, her eyes burning with an unholy, possessive light. “Don’t you dare stop until I can’t walk.”

I pulled back and slammed back in, setting a fast, punishing, and relentless pace that shattered whatever sanity remained in the frost-sealed room.