Virtue and Vice

Chapter Ten

A/N: To the loyal readers of this book—you've given me so much with your dedication and enthusiasm for a story that is dear to my heart. This is the second to the last chapter of the first part. At this point, I'm thinking of grouping the two together so people can smoothly continue on with Cassandra and Sebastian's lovestory so don't despair. It's not over yet. LOL!

Please vote and comment. As always, they keep me inspired to keep writing. I hope you like this chapter. It's one of my favorites.

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I felt him before I saw him.

A small smile curved on the corner of my mouth as the slow, lazy caress of Sebastian’s lips along my neck registered. 

My back was pressed against his warm solid body and our legs were tangled together under the covers that only came up to our waist. His arm was draped over my waist, his hand full of my left breast.

His fingers were gently tugging at my nipple, his hips lightly pushing against my bottom, his erection hot, hard and heavy against the bare cheeks.

“If this is how you plan to wake me in the morning, we may never get out of bed,” I murmured, wiggling slightly to allow him to slip another arm under me. His hand switched with the other at my breasts, the freed one now moving down the slopes of my belly to rest between my legs.

“Possibly.” His lips dipped behind my left ear, his tongue tracing the curve and sending a ripple of sensation down my spine. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

I cracked open one eye and spied the time on the alarm clock next to the bed.

Five-thirty.

Pale, pinkish morning light was seeping through the gaps between the curtains, illuminating the room softly.

I couldn’t remember what time we drifted off after Sebastian carried me back to the bed after our bath.

He wanted me to sleep and rest until the soreness subsided which I thought was really sweet of him.

Apparently, a few hours was the most he could manage.

I parted my legs and let his hand slip down further, quickly discovering the evidence of my own stirring desire.

“I want you again, Cassandra,” he whispered, his fingers sliding deep inside me. “Can you take me?”

“Yes,” I whispered back, gasping at the loss of his fingers when he pulled them out. 

I felt him shift behind me and I choked out a cry at the sudden thrust of his cock between my legs from behind that drove him home in one stroke.

There was only a slight sting from the rawness on my skin between my thighs but it quickly subsided when he slipped a hand under my left knee to raise my leg, supporting its weight as he plunged in and out of me.

His movement had acquired a roughness that betrayed his fraying control.

“I’ve been watching you sleep,” he rasped into my ear. “Gazing at your beautiful, naked body. Wondering how I managed to keep away from you all this time. Clutching myself hard so I wouldn’t ram myself into you while you’re sleeping peacefully.”

I flushed at his words even though they fueled the heat that was spreading throughout my body.

With a sudden burst of strength I didn’t know I had, I swept my body over his to pin him down beneath me as I pulled myself up and twisted around to face him, never once losing my wet grip on his cock.