Kit’s hips continued to rock back and forth, her outer lips spread against Cassius’s c**k as his hands slid up to find her breasts. “Kit, you need to let me put on the sheath before I forget how,” he whispered before her lips found his again.
She knew how good he felt with a sheath on, but imagining him inside her, his flesh on hers, sent a tingling sensation up her spine. “What if you didn’t?” she asked, his mouth on her neck.
He pulled his lips away to look her in the eye. “Then I would be committing a crime punishable by death.”
“Who would know?” She knew she was being wicked, but it was so tempting, and she longed to feel him inside of her.
“Kit...”
“Just for a moment, just a little taste.”
“You are going to be the death of me,” Cassius said. With a deep breath, he picked her up
