19 ~ Wet Bodies

Cassandra POV

His eyes burned with anger and darted over mine. My heart beats constantly increasing their speed and my mouth coughs insanely struggling for a stable breath.

"Don't you know who I am? Or you just can't digest the fact that I am being way too polite with you,"

His hand pushed mine behind me and pulled me closer in a deadly hold. My eyes turned frightened and my lips were swollen with the closeness and danger.

"I am so-"

But before I could finish, his hand cupped my neck and he muttered.

"You will be punished badly for this,"

The words from his mouth felt so hot while his green oceans were fixed in a mine in the yellow candle lights. The cold breeze in the pool filled with water felt so different and hot.

There was a different kind of spark this time as If my body was submitting itself to him.

I blinked nervously, scared of his next step but inside there was something in me which wanted to justify myself.

"But, I was...was just tryin… trying to wake yo… you up,"

I tried to form a sentence with his deadly grip of him on my neck. It was scary as hell.

But, my eyes shamelessly steal glances at his hot half-naked body. The wet, strong, and finely carved body with thick biceps and toned abs on the stomach. His chest was bulky and shoulders wide. An insane thought of raking my fingers all across the designs of his body hit my brain.

I was feeling so freaking hot. My thighs feel the warm wetness in my core even in the cold water.

"And you wake people like this?"

His hold on my neck tightened and my head automatically fell backward.

Suddenly, he started pushing me backward and my back hit the wall of the pool. I was under the water up to my chest which was doing ups and downs now.

Our eyes met and I blinked, opening my mouth, struggling for breath. His eyes darted over my lips and I found him staring at them. He was dangerously close to me and I was scared because the physical involvement would create feelings of mate for him and he was the least deserving of me.

"Ryan, please,"

I begged.

He leaned in even closer and muttered into my ear.

"I would love hearing this with more voice, passion, pain, and pleasure, you calling my name so wildly and loudly that the whole kingdom will know that King Ryan Castro is fucking his tiny whore for the first time,"

The anger and hate were dripping insanely from his mouth that it sent chills down my spine and brought goosebumps near my neck.

But, before I could say anything, his lips caged my earlobe and nibbled me. A painful moan escaped my lips with the burst of volcanoes of thousand butterflies. The wetness leaked through my core and I shut my eyes close in silence and submission.

His one hand tightly caging my hands behind and the other on my neck with his teeth doing insane things over my earlobe was enough to lose all my sanity.

He bit me lightly and I cried.

"Ahhh, Ryan,"

My voice of mine felt so hot even to myself. And the effect of it became visible on him too.

His suck on my earlobe deepened and I tilted my head sidewards with the effect. The warmness of his mouth in the chilled water was giving me different thrills.

Slowly, his hold started loosening from my neck and his fingers feathered it slowly. He looked at my neck while I noticed every movement of his.

"Your neck got imprints of my finger,"

He muttered slowly and I didn't know why I was loving each word like a moth to the fire.

Was it normal or the effect of initiation of my adulthood just like the book suggested.

I was feeling like looking at his face like this my whole life and keeping him happy.

The slow fingers feathering my neck were sending sensations all across my body and I was feeling a strange heat for him even inside the water. I was feeling like begging him to do more with me.

"I just wanted to wake you up from the nightmare,"

I tried to say holding my uneven breaths.

His eyes turned softer and he leaned in closer to my cheeks.

"You care for me?"

The hot voice fanning my cheeks brought sensations all over my body and unknowingly my head nodded.

"How much?"

He asked in a slow tender voice. The cage he formed around me with his arms against the pool wall was altogether taking me to another dimension and then his hot voice and gaze.

I didn't know what to say.

"I jus… just felt frightened...looking at you in that condition,"

"Why? Are you falling for me?"

His question hit me differently and I remember the corpse of my brother. I wanted my revenge and I was determined to take it.

"I cannot fall for the murderer of my brother,"

I stated.

"And what if I wasn't the murderer of your brother?"

He asked and I looked at him. My face was only reaching up to his shoulder and it was slightly difficult to look directly into his eyes.

Though, I didn't know what to answer either.

"Tell me,"

"Then, there might be the slightest chance of me falling for you,"

"Slightest?"

He asked instantly.

"Negligible,"

I corrected.

He thinned his eyebrows and pressed his lips against my neck. The warm lips sucked me harder and I cried louder this time.

My head falls backwards with the rough suck on my neck with his lips and I shut my eyes close in the affect. My already wet hair dripped water and to make it even hotter for me, his fingers fisted my hair lightly.

"Ryan pleaseeeeee,"

I cried and his lips diverted to the center of my neck, pulling my hair behind. The pain along with the sensations of his lips on my neck hit me together making me shiver before him.

My hands reached his shoulder as he started leaning a little downwards. His lips sucked below my neck and blinked nervously.

It was insane, different and the increase in the sensations was terrifying me now.

"Pleaseeeee,"

I begged, even more, to understand that this couldn't end well for me.

"Are you asking me to begin?"

He muttered in his uneven breath and I lost the last ounce of my sane thinking.

"Oh my god,"

I moaned insanely as his lips reached to the hem of my gown, trying to push him back.

"You are killing me, Ryan,"

I stated and his red, tensed, and demanding face looked at me.

"Aren't you enjoying it, Cass,"

He looked at me and I stayed silent for some moments. No doubt this was becoming my weakness but I had a goal.