Chapter 61

Without a word, Cassius grabbed her hand and led her out of the ballroom. There was no fanfare, no calling of goodnight, not even a word from her mother. The hallway seemed much longer now than it ever had before, but his legs were long, and she was spirited again, almost running to keep up with him as laughter escaped her lips. He didn’t make a sound, though, and Kit did her best not to trip over her long, red gown.

Once they were a good distance from the ball, he slowed slightly. The sound of the orchestra still reached her ears, but it was faint, something from a dream. “Do you know where my alternate chambers are?” she asked in a whisper.

He only nodded, still not speaking, and she thought it was odd that someone who always knew precisely what to say was silent. But she supposed he was introspective on the verge of such an important event. It crossed her mind that he may have been thinking about this moment for years whereas she had only been awestruck with him for the last few days.

Two guards stood outside of the chambers. When they arrived, the men moved aside, and though they also said nothing, Kit thought she saw a gleam of humor in their eyes. The couple stepped into the antechamber, and Cassius barred the door behind them faster than Kit could’ve imagined possible. Then Cassius’s mouth was on hers.

He tasted of wine and mint, and she wanted more. Kit opened her mouth wide, pressing the back of his head so that she could feel as much of his tongue on hers as possible. An ache began to form between her legs as she forced her body against his, feeling his muscles beneath the sleeves of his satin tunic. His hands were on her bottom, lifting her up and holding her close to his chest, as his tongue probed further and further into her mouth. Kit let out a soft moan, and then he scooped her up in his powerful arms and moved her to the other room, kicking the second door closed behind them.

Kit tumbled onto the bed in a heap, taking only a second to catch her breath before Cassius’s lips were on hers again. She scooted back toward the pillows, beckoning him to follow with soft kisses and a tug on his lower lip with her teeth. Clearly, he was just as eager as she was, if not more, and when she felt the wooden headboard behind her, having nowhere else to go, she surrendered to his kisses once more.

Kissing Cassius this way was every bit as wonderful as she had imagined it would be. His lips were soft and warm, and he knew just where to place his tongue to send tingles up and down her spine, but the more his hands began to wander the length of her body, the more she knew she wanted more. She could feel his manhood pressing against her thigh, and even beneath his trousers, it was quite evident he wanted her, too. She scooted beneath him so that her inner thigh was nestled against him, and she slowly began to move her leg up and down marveling at the length and hardness. Cassius let out a low groan of pleasure.

As she continued to tease him, he trailed his way down her neck, finding the delicate spot near her shoulder where she was most sensitive. The feel of his lips, his tongue, even his teeth as he nipped her skin had Kit quaking. In response, she slid her hand around from his back and up inside the front of his shirt, running her fingers along the taut muscles of his abdomen. Cassius’s breath staggered, and then he drew his hand up to her breast, rubbing her nipple through the silky fabric. Already hard with anticipation, both of her nipples began to ache, longing to be touched, so when he loosened the bodice of her gown to free them, Kit whispered his name in a whimper of pleasure.

He ran his thumb around the outer circle, not making contact with her tip just yet, and she opened her eyes to see him watching her, a grin on his face. She leaned into him, silently begging for him to touch her, but he waited until she could hardly bear it anymore before taking her nipple between his thumb and first finger and caressing it gently, and then harder. Kit couldn’t hold in the rumble that escaped her lips as he lowered his head and ran his rough tongue along her breast, licking and sucking until she thought she would come undone. He’d freed her other breast now and was kneading it with his large hand as the ache continued to grow between her legs. She was certain she was so wet now he could easily thrust the entire length of his enormous manhood inside of her in one stroke.

Cassius’s raspy breath let her know he was near his breaking point as well. He pulled away from her, pausing with his face just above hers. He brushed back her hair, much of which had come unpinned, and smiled, but still, he said nothing, and Kit’s teeth worried against her bottom lip, ready to grab hold of him and pull him to her once more.

He stood, discarding his jerkin and pulling his dress tunic off over his head, revealing the pronounced muscles of his arms, chest, and abdomen. They glistened in the moonlight, and Kit was just as excited now as she had been when she’d first seen him shirtless at the slingball game. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but he moved a few steps away from her and stepped out of his boots before he begun to unbuckle his belt.

Kit’s dress and shift were still shoved down beneath her breasts, and she wished she could tear them off, but the laces were all in the back, and she would need his help. So, she leaned back against the cold wood of the headboard and ran her hand across her breast, thumbing her nipple as Cassius tossed his belt aside and slowly slid his trousers and breeches down to the floor.

Her eyes widened as she took him in. His physique was perfect. Every muscle in his body made itself known, and his member was even larger than she’d anticipated now that it was free from restrictions. Her eyes traced down the length of him, from his pectorals to the mass of dark hair just below his navel, and she thought she might explode with want if he didn’t return to her at once.

“Your turn,” Cassius said in a breathy whisper that set her heart aflame. He flew at her, meeting her mouth with eager kisses as his hands expertly worked to remove her gown and all of the layers beneath it. Kit moved with him, shifting her positioning as necessary so that he could free her, but her fingers continued to trace every inch of his body, feeling the smooth texture of each angle and contour, only losing contact whenever she must.

Cassius made speedy work out of removing her outfit, and in a few short moments, she was completely naked beneath him, just as she’d longed to be. His mouth trailed soft kisses down her neck, lingering on her breasts while his fingers pressed between her legs. She was ready, and when he slipped three of his sizable digits inside of her she brought her body up to meet him, rocking slowly back and forth against his hand. His thumb rubbed against her nub, sending waves of excitement throughout her body.

Pulling away from her breast, he continued to thrust his fingers into her, and Kit opened her eyes to see him smiling at her again. “You’re so wet, Princess.”

“This is what you do to me, Cassius Peet.” She closed her eyes again as he thrust further, spreading his fingers wide as he did so, filling her up almost completely, and an ethereal groan exited her throat.

Cassius leaned forward again, his breath tickling her neck. “Do you like that?”

All she could manage was a soft, “Mmm hmm,” and he laughed at her enthusiasm. Kit’s breath staccatoed, and the feel of his lips on her ribcage, her stomach, her lower abdomen, and finally just above where his fingers continued to probe had her heart racing.

He pulled his fingers out, leaving her gasping for air yet wanting more. The thrust of his thick tongue to take their place didn’t disappoint, and Kit reached down, grabbing ahold of his mass of curls, pulling him in deeper. He teased her sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue before plunging into her again, his licks pulsating with a rhythm that had her crying out again. Kit was at the brink of euphoria, ready to lose herself completely when he pulled out, leaving her breathless on the bed.

“Where are you going?” she asked in a groggy voice, unable to open her eyes. She heard the dresser drawer open and managed to slit them, realizing he was getting a sheath. She turned her head to take in the full moon, its amber glow like soft firelight in the sky. His hands on her breasts and the shift in the bed brought her head back to face him.

“Sit up a little,” he directed, and though she thought it strange, she did so. He positioned her legs so that they were bent at the knee and then he moved in between them. Her back was pressed to the headboard, a pillow wedged between the wood and the small of her back.

Cassius leaned down and kissed her softly, his hands resting on her knees. The longing to have him inside of her was all she could focus on. Being at the brink of ecstasy and then coming back down had been slightly disappointing, but now, she knew he would take her over the edge.

He was more gentle than she expected, or perhaps he delighted in teasing her. He positioned his manhood so that the tip was against her entryway and then slowly leaned in. From this position, it was difficult for her to move with him, so she had to be patient and wait for him to come to her. He moved back and then plunged forward again. This time, his head sunk in, but nothing beyond that. She let out a shaky breath, and he pulled himself out again.

Hovering just in front of her lips, Cassius asked, “Are you ready?”

Kit’s eyes were barely open, and her mouth was drawn to his, but rather than kiss him, she said, “I’ve been ready,” causing him to let out a chuckle. “Do you think it’s funny to tease me, then?”

“No, I just wanted to make sure you could handle me,” he replied, his lips inching even closer to hers.

“Oh, I can handle you,” she assured him. His bottom lip grazed hers, and her tongue flickered against it briefly before he pulled away from her.

“Do you think so?”

“I know so.”

He kissed her hard, and at the same time, he thrust himself inside of her, deep. Kit’s entire core lit on fire as she gasped for air. Pushed up against the headboard, she received the full effect of his enormous member. Her head went cloudy as she moaned his name.

His hands moved from her knees to her breasts as he pulled out slightly and then pressed back, even deeper this time. Kit couldn’t remember ever feeling so full. Every muscle inside of her contracted around his thickness as he continued to slide in and out, harder and deeper each time until she didn’t know how she could contain him. His mouth was on her neck, and his hands seemed to be everywhere.

She raised her fingers to the headboard, holding on as she lifted her pelvis to meet him, the friction sending waves of excitement throughout her body. Within minutes, she began to pant, whimpering as her body convulsed in ecstasy, over and over again. But Cassius wasn’t done yet; he continued to rock into her, his hands now around her hips, his fingers caressing her sensitive backside as she held on for dear life.

After what seemed like an eternity, she heard him grunting and knew it wouldn’t be long now. As much pleasure as she’d experienced, Kit wasn’t sure she could handle any more, and when he finally released his seed into the sheath inside of her, she found herself gulping in air.

Kit pried her fingers off of the bed and wrapped them around his neck, pulling his head down to her shoulder. His curls were wet with perspiration and his masculine scent filled her lungs. She kissed him on the cheek and then dropped her head, kissing his neck and shoulder, and he pulled her close so that her legs were around him and his arms encircled her waist.

It took her several moments to regain her composure, and once he’d removed himself from inside of her, she immediately missed the feeling.

“Are you well, Princess?” Cassius asked, his gruff voice tickling her ear.

“I am very well,” she replied just above a whisper. “Thank you.”

“I am beyond honored to have had the opportunity to share your bed, Your Majesty,” he replied, and Kit let out a giggle, even though she knew he meant it.

Pulling back so that she could look at him, she asked, “Why are you being so formal? In here, I’m just Kit.”

A crooked grin broke across his handsome face. “Very well, just Kit. Would you like to get some sleep or shall we do that again?”

Once again, she found herself amused. She pressed her forehead against his. “As much as I’d like to, I’m afraid I’m exhausted.”

“Wore you out, did I?”

“Entirely.” Cassius beamed at her, and she kissed him softly. “Will you stay with me?”

“I would love to.” He brushed a lock of hair away from her face and caressed her cheek. Kit pressed into his hand, happy to have chosen so well for the first pleasuring of her Choosing.

She reached back and pulled down the blankets, crawling beneath them, perfectly content to fall asleep naked in his arms. He got up for a moment, and she imagined he was taking care of the sheath, though she didn’t open her eyes to see what he might be doing, and a few seconds later, she felt the warmth of his chest pressed to her back. She rolled over, and he slipped his arms around her. Kit was on the edge of nodding off and snuggled in closer, lying her head on his chest.

The thought occurred to her that she had forty-one other gentlemen to get to know, but the idea of spending the rest of her life in these strong arms was enough to ensure she’d have pleasant dreams that night. If any of the other Representatives could make her feel half as alive as Cassius, there would simply be no way she could ever choose.