Finger Painting

He was cruel, and rude, and sadistic. He'd ruined so many lives with his selfishness and brutality. I hated him. Or at least I wanted to hate him.

Immortality only means you are harder to kill, not that you cannot die, and when he was the oldest creature you knew who had caused the deaths of so many of your kind, you had to play by his rules. He was dangerous, lethal, and, I loathe to admit, it kind of sexy.

The tailored to perfection, navy three-piece suit he wore at tonight's ball looked especially good on him. His mess of blonde curls had been somewhat tamed, and his delectable lips were held into the same arrogant smirk as always. We'd been dancing around each other for years, my morals never allowing me to waver in my belief that he was evil, the Devil Incarnate my friends called him. Yet there was this allure, this spark that pulled us together in a way we'd never been able to break.

Taking another crystal flute of champagne from a passing server, I began walking towards the open double doors leading from the main ballroom in his expansive manor. The evenings festivities had only just begun and there was still plenty of people there that allowed me to float through the crowd undetected. Nodding politely at people I recognised, I broke free of the main room and out onto the gleaming marble balcony overlooking the manicured lawns.

Lanterns cast their soft golden glow on the white stone, while fairy lights littered the hedges and pathways igniting the gardens in a magical glow. It was like something out of a fairy tale. How typical that Cassius would own such a beautiful property. He and his family were always eager to show off how much better they were than everyone else. I mean yes, they had been around for centuries and had amassed a fortune fit to rival that of kings and queens, but they had no shame in flaunting it at events such as these. It was honestly a miracle they bothered to invite lowly immortals such as myself.

I watched as party-goers mingled along the balcony, decked out in their finest jewels and clothing, sparkling like gems. There was always such disconnect between myself and this elite immortal 'High Society'. I had only been shown immortality in the last few years when Cassius had turned me. I didn't feel I owed him for that, not when it was his fault that I nearly died in the first place. Instead, I felt it was only right that he was the one to grant me the gift of immortality and save my life in the process. So, unlike these snobs, I didn't have a small fortune, and as a result, I always felt woefully underdressed and out-classed at these events. Not that I'd ever let any of them know that.

My confidence, false as it might be at times, was all that I had to rely on at these parties. If you act like you belong somewhere, no one will question your presence was something my dad would always tell me, though that mostly related to me being in the over 18 parts of the country club when I was still a minor. I don't think he'd ever imagine I'd have to rely on that false confidence at an event like this where I was surrounded by people who were aged in their hundreds.

"Good evening Charlotte," came the rich, lightly accented voice I knew all too well. It haunted my dreams, and would rise unrequited to join my deepest fantasies as I pleasured myself.

Turning slowly, I plastered an expression of indifference onto my face as I looked him up and down. When our eyes connected I couldn't help but notice his eyes darken at my appraisal. Gods he looked even better up close. The masculine musk that was his cologne overwhelmed me and I took a sip from the champagne to try and wash the taste of it from my tongue.

His annoying smirk had vanished, replaced with an intensity that made my stomach flutter and heat pool in my core. He studied the clingy, black dress I wore with hunger, his eyes lingering on the thigh high split that revealed my pale skin to the night air.

"Cassius, I'd say it was a pleasure to see you again, but that'd be a lie," I replied, donning my usual combative countenance. His eyes flicked to my face, his expression dropping into that self-assured smirk that he knew annoyed me.

"Always a delight to have you Charlotte," he said sarcastically, snatching up his own glass of champagne from a waiter as she passed. "I wasn't sure you'd come," there was a slight hesitation there that was edged with vulnerability.

He always managed to catch me off guard when he did that. It's what drew me to him and I'd find myself feeling things that I shouldn't. I hadn't come to see him, I tried to tell myself. I smiled tightly and with as much bluster as I could manage, I replied, "Oh I'm not here for you. You see I actually like your brother, so when I got the invitation to his birthday, of course I had to attend."

The smirk dropped and he stepped closer, that seductive scent infiltrating my shields. With an intensity that sent a flash of warmth through me he growled, "Don't lie to me Charlotte." My name on his lips sent a zap of electricity straight to my core. "When you're willing to play nice, come and find me."

My heart raced at his proximity and I could feel his warmth lapping at my skin. His hazel eyes bored into mine, brimming with displeasure. I felt my lips curl into what I hoped was a coy smile and, closing the distance between us even more, I murmured, "Then I'm afraid you'll be waiting a hell of a long time, Cassius."

I felt him stiffen, his gaze turning hungry as he breathed me in. I wondered if he could smell my arousal. Immortality had it's perks, incredible strength and speed aside, it also gave you heightened senses, such as hearing, eyesight, and yes, smell. I felt a tremor go through my muscles as I froze, refusing to pull back first. Luckily I was saved that humiliation when someone called out to him. His eyes quickly dipped to my lips before returning to my eyes, "I'll see you on the dance floor, Love."

Before I could retort that I wasn't his 'Love' he'd vanished back inside. The absence of his warmth hit me like a blow and I shivered. My body had betrayed me yet again. I could feel the slickness in my core and knew I was a fool for entertaining his presence as I had. Downing the rest of my champagne, I abandoned the flute on the broad balcony rail and went in search of the bathroom to quell the flush I could feel in my cheeks.

As I passed through the main ballroom, I pointedly avoided looking at the elegant staircase that dominated the room. His eyes scorched a hole between my should blades from across the room and I suppressed a shiver as I slipped into the ornate bathroom.

~~~

The opulent manor was vast and I soon lost myself down winding halls and through pillared rooms. The number of people dwindled the further I wandered until I was alone at last. Nursing another drink that I had snatched from an unattended cart, I studied the hall I was in. Small tables lined the walls at intervals with various vases and sculptures resting on the highly polished surfaces. Oil paintings hung proudly above them, and I quickly realised I recognised the faces. These were Cassius' family.

There, his brother, Alexi, with his warm features and handsome chestnut hair, opposite him was their sister, Elizabeth, her golden hair gleaming like straw. The further down the hall I wandered the more of their siblings I saw. There was seven of them all together, but only six portraits. The only one missing was Cassius. I stood opposite the blank wall where it should have hung amongst his family when I heard voices.

Not wanting to be caught in an area I wasn't supposed to be, I panicked, and ended up opening the first door to my left. Shutting it silently behind me I froze as the voices I heard got closer. Holding my breath I pressed my ear against the door. It was Alexi, that much was clear. His deep, polished baritone would be recognizable anywhere. "Thank you for the party brother," he was saying. "But why are you dragging me away from it so soon?"

"Relax Alexi," that was Cassius, my stomach dropped. I could not be caught snooping in his house, I'd be lucky if he didn't kill me for it. His brutality was the main reason why his reputation was so well known. "I merely wanted to give you your birthday present, but it was too big to have moved into the ballroom."

To my horror the voices paused outside the door I was currently pressed against. They were coming in. Heart beating frantically I looked around for a hiding place. The room was in darkness, with strange shapes filling the space. The only light coming from under the door in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of a timber screen that blocked off a corner of the room. Without time to question, I darted behind it as they opened the door.

Light flared as they turned on the chandeliers dangling from the extravagant ceiling. I held my breath, praying they wouldn't hear my thundering heart.

"My word, Cassius," breathed Alexi as they stepped into the room. "It's magnificent." My curiosity piqued, I decided to risk detection, leaning to peer through the cracks in the screen. My breath caught at the huge painting displayed in the centre of the room. It was full of colour and light and passion. I knew Cassius was an artist, he'd drawn several sketches of flowers and animals for me in the past as apologies for particularly cruel or nasty things he'd done, but this was something else entirely.

It was a masterpiece. One I didn't realise he was capable of making. The smell hit me then, the acrid stench of turpentine, oils, paints, charcoal, and paper all mingled together and I realised where I was. I was in his studio. This is where he came to release his innermost thoughts. Intrigued by what else I might find, I looked around the dark corner I was hidden in.

A small gasp escaped my lips at the portrait on the floor by my foot. It was me. A side profile of my face was etched with such devotion. Rays of sun played in the waves of my caramel hair, blue eyes were drawn with such detail it was as though I was looking in a mirror. At the silence in the room, I realised my mistake. The brothers had stopped their discussion of the painting and the absence of their low murmurs was deafening.

A buzzing noise filled the room and I looked through the crack in the screen once more to see Alexi with his phone in hand. "It appears our absence has been noticed, brother, time to return to the party. Thank you for the gift, it is truly spectacular. I know exactly where it shall be hung." He took two steps towards the door, his phone disappearing into his suit before pausing, "Are you joining me?"

"I will in a moment, brother," replied Cassius, his eyes darting towards my hiding place. "There's something I must do here first." With a guarded smile he motioned his brother towards the door. Alexi merely nodded, telling him not to be long before striding into the hall, closing the door softly behind him.

In a flash Cassius was at the edge of the screen, his eyes drinking me in. I froze like a deer in headlights. I wasn't sure what to do or say. I'd been caught in his sanctuary, like a snoop or a spy. I had to think quick before he decided to torture me to find out my motives. My eyes once again darted to the portrait of me on the floor, and that was when I noticed the others.

All around the space behind the screen were depictions of me. Some were just my hair, or hands, others were me in various locations around town. There were paintings, charcoal sketches, oils, watercolours, too many to count. All hidden away behind this screen, as though it were his dirty little secret.

"What are you doing in here Charlotte?" He finally managed, drawing my gaze back to him. He was agitated, I could see his hands clenching and relaxing, as though he were holding himself back from hurting me. Breathing heavily I backed up a step, clutching my drink to my chest.

"N-n-nothing," I stammered, backing up again. The movement triggered him.

"DON'T LIE TO ME," he bellowed, and was upon me in a moment, seizing my wine glass and throwing it across the room. It exploded in a shower of crystal and wine, a nasty red stain spreading down the cream wall. His breathing mingled with mine as he invaded my space, and I cowered from him. "Nothing I swear!" I repeated, fear lacing my voice.

Gone was the attraction and arousal. There was none of the teasing, flirty, sexy man I knew. This Cassius was pure, undiluted power and rage. This was the Cassius people feared. My whole body was shaking and I felt tears prick my eyes. No, I would not let him scare me. He could not be allowed to do this to people.

Setting my face in a resolute expression I turned to face him, straightening my spine and stepping up to meet his glare with one of my own. "I was trying to find somewhere quiet when I heard you and Alexi approach. I hadn't meant to come in here, and if you didn't want anyone to be in here then maybe you should lock the door next time!" I snapped, breathing ragged as I finished my outburst.

His gaze was hooded as he took me in, nostrils flaring he took a deep breath. Closing his eyes for a moment, he released the tension from his shoulders. "Well now you've seen it, what do you think?" he asked softly. His change in demeanour startled me and it was all I could do to stare at him.

Vulnerability filled his expression as he waited for my response. "I never knew..." I began, pausing as my gaze caught sight on one particular painting that was hidden behind a blank canvas over his shoulder. Brushing past him I reached out a hand to move the canvas aside. He watched silently as I gasped at what it revealed.

It was a depiction of us dancing in a gazebo illuminated with fairy lights. My heart stuttered as I realised just what night it was. This was the night I knew I could never hate him. This was the night he'd first shown me his unwavering devotion and loyalty. The night I realised my feelings for him ran deeper than I wanted them to. He'd saved me time and again and this was the first night I realised just how much that meant to me.

There was the dress he'd procured for me after my own had been destroyed in a fire. I marvelled at the way he'd gotten the exact shade of blue right, the diamonds on it glinted like stars. I remembered his face dropping into complete awe when he saw me enter the ballroom, remembered how he'd offered his arm so gallantly then led me onto the dancefloor. He had been so charming, and charismatic, and a true gentleman. My feelings from that night bubbled to the surface. Safety. Comfort. Ease. Desire.

"This one is my favourite," he murmured from behind me and I jumped. I hadn't heard him approach, but now that he'd spoken I could feel his presence at my back and wondered how on earth I'd missed it before. I spun around and found him staring at the painting with such longing it made my heart hurt.

"I didn't realise you remembered that night, it happened so long ago," I said softly.

"Of course I remembered it," he said, finally looking me in the eye. "It was the first night in a very long time that I felt at peace." Raw, honest truth shone at me from his expression and I blinked at the reflection of my own emotions from that evening staring at me from his eyes.

My body moved without my command and before I could blink I was pressing myself against him, our lips connecting in a spark of electricity. He came alive then, hands going to my hips as he kissed me back. I melted into him, groaning as his tongue swept against the seam of my lips and I opened myself to him. His grip on me tightened, one hand sliding into my hair to deepen the kiss as I clung to his shoulders, afraid that if I let go my legs wouldn't be able to support me.

Our breathing was ragged gasps as we drowned ourselves in each other, hands running hungrily up and down each others bodies as our tongues fought for dominance. My core throbbed with desire as I felt his cock harden against my belly and I bit his lip, sucking it into my mouth. His hands came down to cup my ass and pull me tighter against him as he moaned.

My hands froze in his hair when a knock sounded at the door. His lips stilled on my throat, but he didn't release his hold on me. The knock sounded again, "Brother? Are you still in there?" Alexi's voice was muffled as it travelled through the door. "Elizabeth sent me to fetch you, it's time for speeches."

Dropping my head back as he released my neck from his ministrations he sighed heavily. "I must go," he whispered, voice husky and thick with desire. With great reluctance, he slid his hands around my waist, eyes drinking in the sight of me flushed with need, chest heaving. "Go," I rasped. "I'll be out in a minute."

Dropping my hands from his hair, I stepped back, trying to hide the wobble in my legs. "Don't think this is over just yet, love," he murmured, and with one final chaste kiss he strode from behind the screen, running a hand through his tousled hair.

As he opened the door I heard him greet Alexi. "Terrible timing as always brother," followed by the door closing and the two men striding off down the hall. My lips still tingled from the potency of his kiss, and my body felt strange and detached, aching from the absence of his touch.

I'm in so much shit. I thought. Deep unending shit.

~~~

Returning to the party had been a mission in itself. My thoughts swam with what we'd just done. That line which we had danced around for so long had been erased tonight. My stomach clenched at the thought. I didn't know if I should feel ashamed, or sad we hadn't done more. If we hadn't been interrupted I would have happily allowed him to take me then and there. Now with some distance I wondered if Alexi's interruption was actually my saving grace.

After a quick visit to the bathroom to tidy myself up, I wandered back into the ballroom, shoulders thrown back, my usual composure and swagger back in place. Knocking back a drink, I quickly replaced the empty glass with a fresh one before hovering along the back wall. The speeches were wrapping up and, after a toast in Alexi's honour was echoed by everyone in the room, the string band began playing classical covers of modern pop songs. People partnered up and swept onto the dance floor.

I jumped as a gentle brush caressed my elbow and I turned to see Cassius, hand outstretched, stupid, smug smirk on his face. "I told you I'd see you on the dancefloor, Love," without giving me a chance to pull free he took the crystal from my hand, passing it off to a server, and led me onto the dancefloor.

"What do you think you're doing?" I hissed as he twirled me straight into a waltz. It was only my years of dancing that prevented me from falling flat on my face. Snapping me back against his body with such force that our chests met, I stared up at him incredulously.

"Why we're dancing of course," he replied smugly. "I told you we weren't finished yet," his breath tickled my ear, stubble grazing my jawline and I shivered. I knew there was no point fighting him, there were too many eyes here to make a scene. A zap of electricity shot through me as his warm, calloused hand came to rest on the exposed skin of my back. My dress appeared modest from the front, with a neckline that hugged my throat, but the back plunged in a low V that nearly reached my ass.

The tension between us was almost palpable as his thumb tauntingly stroked my skin while we spun around the room. My heart raced and I felt lightheaded as I allowed myself to sink into the sensation of being in his arms. His scent embraced me and I found myself craving the taste of his tongue once more. He must have noticed the shift in my thoughts, felt my hands grip him tighter as a low rumble reverberated from his chest into mine.

It struck me then what power I had over him, that a simple shift in my grip had him reacting so openly. Feeling emboldened by this fact, I closed the gap between us, murmuring in his ear, "You know, I can't stop thinking about the paintings of me in your studio." He stiffened slightly, but didn't waver in our dance.

"Is that so?" he replied tightly.

"Yes," I smirked. Two can play at this game, I thought. "I was thinking that you have painted me from all different angles, in different settings, but there was one way you hadn't painted me yet."

I could feel his hands tighten their hold on me before spinning me out and pulling me back in so that our faces were barely more than an inch apart. His hazel eyes bored into mine as we continued dancing. "And what way would that be, Love?" his voice was a mere rasp.

My lips brushed against the shell of his ear as I whispered, "Naked."

He stumbled. Pulling back I gulped at the shock and hunger that filled his eyes. They had darkened nearly to black and radiated an intensity I hadn't seen before. Taking my hand he dragged me abruptly from the dancefloor, pushing past those who stood between us and the open door leading to the hallway. Ignoring the whispers, I focused on keeping my heeled feet under me as he dragged me down corridor after corridor, through doors, closed and opened, until there were no more people in sight.

Without warning he spun, pushing me back until I slammed against the wall. He body was upon mine not a moment later, hands resting on the wall on either side of my head. His breathing was ragged as he stared deep into my eyes, and I found myself getting lost in the intensity of his gaze once again.

"Don't play with me, Charlotte," he growled. Of it's own volition, the corner of my mouth pulled up into a teasing grin.

"Who said anything about playing, Cassius?" I purred back, forcing as much bluster and bravado into my voice despite the fact that my pulse was hammering against my throat. I couldn't stop to reconsider. We had been avoiding fanning these flames for too long, I'd tasted the other side now and I knew there was no turning back. I needed more.

"So are you up for the challenge, or not?" Once again I found myself leaning into his personal space, closing the distance until our noses nearly touched.

His answer wasn't verbal. His mouth crushed mine in hunger, hands dropping to rest on my waist as my own gripped the fabric of his jacket and pulled him tighter against me. I needed him closer. I needed more of him. His lips broke free from mine, trailing kisses down my neck. I moaned as his teeth scraped along my pulse, my back arching into his touch as need pooled in my core.

With great restraint, he pulled back. Our breathing ragged he flicked his eyes to mine. "Let's get painting then shall we, Love?" His voice was a mere rasp as he held his hand out to me yet again, but this time he waited. This time it was my choice. And I knew somehow, that if I had changed my mind, he wouldn't force me. He respected me that much that he'd let me walk away right now if I said no.

With a grin I took his hand, letting him escort me the short distance to his studio where he set about moving things around. Pulling a gorgeous, plush, blood-red wingback chair from the corner of the room, he stationed it in the middle of the available space where an easel was already stationed facing it. Pointing me to a door at the back of the room, he focused on getting his tools ready.

Taking his cue, I shut myself into the surprisingly large bathroom. There were piles of clean, fluffy, white towels on a stand next to the shower, a large vanity that had splashes of paint and ink marring it's white marble surface. There was a pile of paint smattered clothes on the floor, and two black silk robes hung from the back of the door. Lifting the sleeve of one to my nose, I melted slightly as his scent hit me. It was delicious. Intoxicating.

I finally turned to look in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, lipstick slightly smudged, and my hair definitely had the look that I'd just been ravished. Excitement and nervousness fluttered through me, what I was about to do would change everything, but when I looked inward I didn't find hesitation or fear. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I knew what I had to do.

Stripping off my slinky dress, I stepped out of my heels and dumped my underwear haphazardly on the floor. I stepped up to the mirror and hastily fixed my makeup, reapplying my deep red lipstick, and fluffing my hair. Taking a deep breath I went to open the door, but paused as I caught sight of the robe. With a smile I pulled the cool silk on, loosely tying the belt around my waist.

Quietly stepping back into the room, my breath caught as I saw Cassius standing in front of the easel. He had removed his jacket and tie, and had rolled the sleeves of his crisp white dress shirt up to his elbows revealing thickly corded forearms flecked with moon-white scars. In his hand, he delicately held a piece of charcoal up to the canvas and was sketching something.

I closed the door behind me loudly and his head whipped up, nostrils flaring as he stared at me standing barefoot and naked underneath his robe. The hunger that crossed his face nearly undone me, but I forced my heart to quiet before I strode with that false confidence I was so used to donning over to the velvet chair.

He said nothing as I sat down, merely watched me with that predatory gaze, his tongue flicked out to moisten his lips. My eyes worked their way down his body, loving the way his waistcoat hugged his trim figure. With a deep breath I untied the sash, opening the robe to expose my naked body to him. My skin prickled hearing the rumbling groan that he made as he stared.

Leaving the robe across my shoulders, I turned my body so I was sitting sideways in the chair, my legs dangling over one arm, while my back rested against the other. My nipples prickled at the cold air in the room as the silky material of the robe dropped from my body to dangle off the edge. His groan shifted into a guttural growl as I slid one hand up the back of the chair, gripping the top of the wing while my other hand, the one closest to him, I let graze across my exposed breasts, trail down my stomach, so achingly slowly, before coming to rest between my thighs.

On impulse I trailed my fingers up the slit of my pussy and had to hold back a groan of my own when I found it soaking wet. With a flick of my head, my hair fell over the arm of the chair and cascaded towards the ground in soft caramel waves. At the movement, the sleeve of the robe slid down off my shoulder. When I went to fix it, Cassius' dangerously low voice made me pause.

"Don't even think about putting that back where it was," his accent had grown thick, and, if I looked carefully, I could see the bulge of his erection straining against his dress pants. His eyes drunk me in, as if committing the sight to memory.

I watched his hand shake slightly as he picked up a crystal glass containing an amber liquid and took a sip. Rolling his shoulders, he set it down and picked up the stick of charcoal once again. Casting one last, ravenous look in my direction he began to sketch. I wanted to watch him, drink in the sight of his sure, deft movements as they committed my latest sin to canvas, but every time I turned my head, he'd bark at me to tip it back further, or to arch my back more, and so I gave in to his demands, instead focusing on the sound of his breathing as it evened out and he settled into the calmness of his craft.

~~~

After what felt like an eternity, he broke the silence with another order for me, "Touch yourself, Charlotte." The words hung heavy in the air between us and I turned my head to look over at him in shock. Over the last hour he had shed his waist coat and unbuttoned half his shirt. Gleaming golden skin peaked out from underneath the bright white fabric and I found myself aching to go to him and taste his skin, to rip that damned shirt right off his body.

"I said, touch yourself," he growled, eyes boring into mine. Holding his gaze I bit my lip at the slickness that coated my fingers at the heat in his voice. Slowly I began long stroking motions down my wet slit and I remembered what it had felt like to have him press me against the wall, to dominate my mouth, how his lips felt as they trailed down my neck. My thumb circled my clit, back arching off the chair as my fingers delved into my warmth.

I almost felt a sense of déjà vu, how many times had I fantasised about him as I did this? How many time had I come at the sound of his voice in my head? Yet here I was, touching myself as he watched, his delicious voice filling the air as he murmured soft encouragement. I closed my eyes as a wave of pleasure passed through me and when I opened them again he was no longer at his easel. The charcoal had fallen from his fingers. He was so close I could see the sweat dripping down the column of his neck.

His eyes were absorbing my every inch, lingering on the hand that still worked circles between my thighs. "My turn," he rasped. Tentatively he reached out a pain smattered hand. Pushing a lock of my hair back from my face, his fingertips lightly trailed down my neck, danced across my collarbone, and teasingly circled one of my peaked nipples. I arched into his touch, needing more. His eyes followed the path his fingers took as they swept across my stomach before tracing my hip bone.

Without hesitation, his fingers slipped into my wet core. Growling at what he found, he dropped to his knees. His fingers moved inside me and I jolted at the sensation that swept through me. I swore as his lips pulled my nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing it lightly. My eyes closed of their own volition as I drowned in the feeling of him touching me. On instinct, my hand slid into his hair, pulling him closer. I needed more.

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I jerked his head back. His eyes widened in shock before his face smoothed into a cocky grin. Not waiting another second, I crushed my lips to his. His other hand rose to cup my face fiercely as his fingers worked harder inside me, pumping in and out. I pushed up into the kiss, devouring his lips as though they were the gift of life. He pulled me to my feet in one swift motion, arms wrapping around me possessively without our lips breaking contact.

My breath rushed out of me as we crashed into the wall. His lips hungrily worked their way down my neck and across my collarbone, sending my pulse racing. My back arched as his hand slid up my torso, coming to rest on the underside of my breast, pushing it up to meet his hot mouth as he sucked my other nipple between his teeth. My fingers clawed into his shoulders pulling him closer, needing more.

Releasing it with a pop, he pulled back, studying my face. He nodded to his left where a large day bed was pushed into the corner, a throw rug haphazardly dangling off the edge. The question obvious. I answered with a grin as I grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, buttons clattering to the floor as I exposed his toned chest. My fingers slowly explored their way from his pecks, down the planes of his stomach before working at his belt.

His pants and boxers soon followed his shirt, and he stepped out of his dress shoes and socks and all I could do was stare. His body was perfect, not chiselled and over-defined as was today's standards, no it was perfect in that it was him. Power rippled from his very being, his thick, strong arms flexed with restraint as he allowed me to look him over. Desire filled my core at the sight of his long, erect cock and I could not wait another minute to have him filling me.

Gently, I trailed a finger along his shaft, grinning as it twitched, before I took it in my hand, pumping it firmly. He groaned and, dropping his head back, exposed his neck to me. Still sliding my hand up and down his velvety, hard cock, I lent forward, shivering as my peaked nipples made contact with his chest, and bit his throat. His hands were on me in an instant, holding me to him.

Pulling back I smiled, and took a step towards the daybed. "On your back," I demanded. His predatory grin widened as he did what he was told. One hand rested behind his head as the other slowly, tauntingly, stroked his cock. Throbbing with desire, I lowered myself over him, which he took as a chance to flick his tongue over my nipple causing me to jolt as a shock of electricity flashed through me. My need was building to unbearable levels, I positioned myself at the tip of his cock, letting my wetness leak down onto him.

Growling with need, he thrust his hips up into me as his hands gripped my waist and helped sheath himself deep inside me. I couldn't help the moan that erupted from my throat at the sensation of him stretching me. He met my moan with one of his own. "Fuck," he gasped as I ground my hips, getting him deeper into my dripping wet pussy.

That word was my undoing. Any thoughts that I had, things I wanted to do to him, everything fled my mind at the sight of his ecstasy as I rode him. My hands braced on his chest, I raised myself up and slammed back down onto him. Again and again. We found our rhythm and he met me thrust for thrust as his hands left bruises on my thighs, hips, waist as he pushed my body further down the shaft of his cock. He felt incredible and I couldn't help the moans that trickled from my throat as my orgasm built.

I came in an explosion of pleasure when his teeth closed around my nipple once more, suckling it into his mouth. At a flick of his tongue I was clenching around his cock as I rode out the waves of my orgasm. My hands dug into his chest as I shuddered with the last waves of ecstasy. I could still feel his hardness deep inside me as I lowered my face to his and kissed him deeply, savouring the taste of him on my tongue.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips along my jaw before his teeth gently tugged on my earlobe, teasing another shudder from my spent body. His hands slowly slid from my hips up my back, holding me tenderly. "My turn," he snarled in my ear, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin he'd just been nibbling on.

Flipping us over in one swift motion, he slowly started moving his hips. Maybe it was post-orgasm high, or maybe it was the different angle, but I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips at the feeling of him inside me. He watched me intently as he thrust languidly, his eyes drinking in the details of my pleasure. Feeling self conscious at his attention I breathed, "What are you looking at?"

"The most beautiful woman in the world," he replied, his smile tender and genuine.

Heat filled my cheeks at his words. I tried to remember why I had denied myself of this for so long. Sure the sex is amazing, but I hadn't counted on these feelings to come to the surface. I decided it was safest to focus on the sex, and the pace he was moving at currently was closer to love-making than just sex. I had to change that before my heart decided to join the fray.

Running my hands up his deliciously muscled arms and into his hair, I pulled his face to mine. Our lips joined tenderly and I sank into the feeling. No, that's not what I needed to do. Knowing I needed to fire him up, I bit his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth. Releasing it, I growled onto his lips, "I want you to fuck me, Cassius. Fuck me like you mean it." I felt his breathing hitch as he stilled momentarily.

"With pleasure, Charlotte," he bit back, his lips brushing mine as he spoke. He raised himself onto his knees, pulling my left leg up to rest on his shoulder as he began pounding into me, deeper than he'd been before. Even had I wanted to, I could not have stopped the noise that escaped me as he fucked me into the bed. His body was a machine as he thrust over and over again. My back arched off the bed when his thumb made contact with my clit. The shock of electricity made the hair on my arms stand up and I was suddenly aware of every nerve ending in my body when he began to massage little circles into the sensitive area.

"Cassius," I moaned as I neared my peak. His growl rumbled through me as I bit the pillow next to my head. His thrusts turned wild as he plunged his member deeper into my pussy. My second orgasm exploded through me as he hit my g-spot repeatedly, and I tightened around him. As I did, he hit his own peak, seed pouring warm and deep inside me as he erupted in his own pleasure.

Spasms wracked my body in after-waves. My muscles shook as he pressed a kiss to the leg on his shoulder before he slowly lowered it to the bed. Unsheathing himself from my spent body, he disappeared into the bathroom. My eyelids grew heavy as the blissful after effects of sex dug their claws into my body. His hand gently shook my shoulder as he offered me a towel.

"Not that I don't love the thought of my cum leaking out of you, Love, I thought you might prefer a towel," His husky voice washed over me and I opened my eyes to see a clean, fluffy white towel in his hand. Rolling over to clean myself up, I felt him lay down behind me with a sigh. Throwing the towel onto the floor when I was done, I rolled over to look at him.

"What we just did -" I began. He cut me off with a quiet "Shhh, stop over-thinking this and just enjoy it for now." Gently he pulled me to his chest, one strong arm curling around my back, the other drawing patterns on the skin of my hand that I rested on his stomach. I felt warm all over as I curled into his side and, breathing his scent deeply into my lungs, I relaxed.

My eyelids drooped as I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my ear. That feeling of safety and comfort I normally felt around him wrapped a glowing hand around my heart and I sighed, snuggling deeper into his embrace. Soon his fingers stopped moving on mine, instead they rested comfortably, holing me gently. Soft snores filled the air, and I allowed myself to give in to his warmth, my eyes drifting shut.

The last thought to fill my head as I succumbed to sleep was, I'm in so much shit. Deep unending shit.