Demon saved by The Devil I Cassandra Dimitrescu

Unbelievable Confession

They looked into each other's lips for a long time. Cassandra was standing right in front of the witch, one hand holding her waist, kneading her flash in her grip, the other one holding onto her neck. Nails were digging into the back of her neck like she was afraid she would move away.

Gold in her eyes was almost fully covered by the pupils, lust and want radiating from her. A faint purr came from the depths of her throat, filling the silence in the room. Pressing her tights together she tried to get rid of the annoying feeling between them but it seemed to only grow with every second.

Zână on the other hand was sitting on her desk, legs spread wide, bare feet resting on the chair's armrests right behind Cassandra. Both of her hands were placed on the desk behind her, holding her in place as she was still slowly leaning backward. She tried to move away from Dimitrescu, a playful smirk never leaving her mouth.

"Don't put me to sleep," Cassandra whispered, words sounding more like whimpers, at what Zână finally stopped moving back.

The witch hummed at first, both hands wrapping around Dimitrescu's neck, while slowly moving forwards and at the same time pushing Cassandra back.

"I have no intentions in doing so," Zână whispered calmly, sparkles of amusement in her eyes, "but I will if you won't listen to me."

Vampire's eyes twitched at her words, but her expression stayed the same. Inside, however, she was fighting with herself about what to do. She was Cassandra Dimitrescu after all and no one could tell her what to do. Except for her mother of course.

But the mere idea of having to listen to that angel in front of her was causing her to simply flood.

"I'll do whatever you want," pleasing was so loud in her whisper that Zână couldn't stop herself from biting her lower lip, "just let me kiss you."

"Do it then," Zână murmured, repeating Cassandra's words from a few days ago.

Dimitrescu's hand moved lightly up, palm resting against the woman's jaw and simply hold her in place. Cassandra was the one to connect their lips and also the one to react at all. A muffed gasp left her mouth as she finally felt these soft lips on her own.

Cassandra wanted this for so long that without thinking she dig her nails into the back of Zână's neck pulling her even closer. Red lips pattered open, filthy sound tickling Cassandra's ears, the smell of lavender mixed with a faint scent of blood. Dimitrescu quickly used that opportunity to deepen the kiss, her tongue brushing against witch's bottom lip.

That seemed to wake up something inside of the woman as her hands moved to Cassandra's hair, fingers tangling around her locks. She pulled her head hard, biting her lip, swallowing that raspy groan that filled the silence between them. Dimitrescu's hand started to move up and down woman's waist, her fingers lifting her nightgown with every little movement.

With a whimper Cassandra was forced to break the kiss, head turned towards the ceiling as the woman was pulling her hair. Golden eyes golden bright, her breath heavy and loud, which quickly turned into simple pants, cause of Zână's action. The witch started to kiss her way down across vampire's cheek and jaw, right onto her neck. She wasn't gentle, not even once, when she was biting Cassandra's skin or sucking hard leaving deep crimson hickeys which of course started to heal after a second.