An hour passed since then.
Arabella's fingers climbed on the headboard of the bed, trying to pull herself away from the devil that continuously sent her to the edge by rubbing to her most sensitive part and every time he brought her closer to pleasure, she could feel him opening her up to more pleasure.
She didn't know that she liked it when he moved fast and to aggravate her, he just have to whisper to her ears, retelling her like a curse, "Do you know that you like it when I go a little rougher?"
"No," she defiantly glared at him, the hair sticking to her forehead was wet.
Cassius gently slid his finger over her forehead, pulling her hair away as it had pricked her eyes a little.
"Still so stubborn," he whispered as he bite down her shoulder, not with his fangs so enough pain slipped to her body but not enough until she could feel her blood being drawn out. When feeling his teeth over her skin, her body tremble, the lower part of her stomach tightening.
