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Her fingertips press against her face, sliding and scraping over tired skin as she stares at too bright sun through the gap in her curtain. Rolling over her legs twist and tangle within the blankets, burrowing briefly for a moment before she shifts, irritated and hot and, onto her back. Her body was still sore, still aching, she should rest... staring at the ceiling, Cassandra remained still for another moment before moving suddenly.

She would rest later. Train now. Do... something.

Padding quietly across the floor, Cass grabbed the hem of an overly large shirt as she padded into the hall. Stretching up onto her toes as she shifted her bare arms over her head, Cass walked through the living area nose twitching slightly at the familiar sight. Dropping the shirt onto the counter, she bent down for a carton of juice before reaching up for a glass. Eyes glancing to the edge of her vision, she grabbed another glass before placing it on the counter.

"How love have you been here?" Cass murmured quietly, fingertips reaching behind her for his t-shirt before dragging it over her naked body. Raising an eyebrow, she pushed the glass across the counter. "Hn, what are you watching?"

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It isn't that she wants him to hurt her but the hardest of touches were like kisses to her. They were how she showed affection, they were how she was taught to show affection and strength. She understands the nature of their control, how they both wear their masks but here, now, together they don't have to. They can be themselves, they can let go. She won't hurt him because he won't let her. She can trust him.

She lets out a startled moan at the pleasure of the bite against her skin, body arching into his. Her legs tightened around his waist, holding him in her tight as she tried to hold off her own orgasm. Tried to make the moment between now and then stretch further apart.

"Kaine, Kaine... please." Cass murmured, crying out with pleasure as she grabbed his head turning it up forcefully to her. She had the power to snap his neck, just like that but she didn't instead she pressed her mouth against his and devoured him as she came.

The bite gets such a good reaction, I do it again and I understand what it means. She's letting me hurt her. Not out of malice or anger but out of uncontrolled passion and she's letting her guard down enough to let someone do that to her. It's a gift of herself.

I kiss her hard and I can feel her come, the sensation sending my over the edge and bringing out my own orgasm. My hands on her breasts pinch her nipples as my body shudders against hers. The sensation is overwhelming to the point that I'm not sure if I can stand it.

Nothing I've ever done has felt so good, has felt so free of torment and just pure pleasure and it was all because of her. I continue to thrust against her even as my mind threatens to lose control of my actions. I don't want to stop, I want to return this to her tenfold and show her what all this means to me.

Her back arches into his touch, pushing into his hand with a sharp cry as he finally comes. The tension is still there though, the frantic and desperate energy and she lifted her head up to look at him. He doesn't want to stop, neither does she but she can feel his control slipping away. She needs to show him, show him everything he can be.

Her hands are softer now, the wild edge worn away as she slid her palm against his cheek and opened her eyes to look into his. Her lips parted, tongue running across his bottom lip as she kissed him slower now but deeper. More feeling, less hurt and desperate need and instead just quiet, powerful desire.

She wanted him, his strength, his control. She wanted him to keep doing this and never stop but she also wanted him to understand that he was capable of more, that she was too. They could be hard, they were weapons but they deserved this too.

"Kaine," Cass murmured, sucking in a ragged breath as she brushed her fingertips through the short bristles of his hair before placing her hands against his shoulders. She used him, his strength to lift herself up and hold just the tip of his cock at her entrance before she slid slowly down. Slower now, deeper but no less bruising than before.

The burning need has ebbed some with my orgasm, no longer feeling the need to consume her like I did before. That isn't to say I'm satiated, not by far, but the frentic pace doesn't seem quite so necessary.

Or maybe that's just the effect of Cassandra and her surprisingly light touches, the way they pet at and caress at me. Once again I'm shocked at how easy it is for me to understand what she's saying with her kisses and movements.

As she lowers herself onto my cock I let out a low moan of pleasure. I rise up to meet her, hips thrusting in and out with long, powerful strokes. I'm still holding her close, hands sliding back down to grip her ass, but all I want now is to feel my body against hers and feel that connection with her.

Her head turned, gaze darting to the dark bedroom as she brushed her lips against his throat. Her tongue pressing against skin, licking slowly before her head moved slightly again indicating where she wanted to be. Her fingertips curled around his shoulder, grip tightening as she lifted herself up before sliding down his cock harder.

A startled moan escaped her lips, pressed tight against his neck before she rolled her hips slowly. Feeling every inch of him slowly press into her before she moved up again only to repeat the slow torture again. Her hand spread across his ribs, sliding up his body before she brushed a kiss against his lips.

"Bed," Cass murmured in case he hadn't understood.

I'm glad she uses the word, because it's hard for me to read her body language at the moment, what with the torturously slow way her hips are grinding down on my cock. It's amazing, being able to feel every little motion, to memorize exactly what her pussy feels like as it takes my cock deep into her.

"Bed," I agree, doing my best to guide us there quickly but safely. Once there, I kiss her slowly before sitting down on the bed, hands still gripping her ass tight.

Her lips tug into a knowing smile against his lips as she rolls her hips, a little quicker to feel the way he reacted to her. Her fingernails pressed into his shoulder, scratching down his back as he lowered them both down onto the bed. The momentum driving her down on his cock making her hiss with pleasure.

Sliding her hands up to his front, she pushed him back with her weight and leaned into his body as she pushed him back towards the bed. Knees pressing against his waist, she lifted slightly off him, groaning before she sunk down quicker.

"Kaine," Cass murmured pressing a kiss against his neck then his chest before she began to press kisses down his front.

It feels so good, how she's sliding up and down me, changing the pace and the angle so that every movement is new and exciting, completely unfamiliar. I love her nails scratching down my back, that little bit of aggressiveness in her actions that makes it all so much better.

"So... fucking... good," I groan, rocking my hips up to meet her, hands gripping harder into her flesh. I need this, need her, more and more of it and her.

Her fingernails drag down his chest, drawing red lines against his skin before she follows her nails with her lips kissing the wounds. Her tongue flicking against his skin as she shows him with her body what she wants. The hard and the fast and the soft and the sweet, him, all of him.

"Ah," Her lips part, mouth moaning as his hands grip her harder so she can feel. Pulling her down into the heat of his body, pulling her down with him. She shivers, her body trembling and tightening around him as she moved with him but pushed him back. He wasn't dictating the pace, he had to take it from her. He was hers now, for now. "What do you want?"

Her voice was a low murmur, teeth running against his nipple before she nipped his skin sharply.

She's amazing. Incredible. Fierce one moment and tender the next. How can anyone have such a perfect, dual nature? I fall back easily onto the bad, loving the sight of her astride me, perched on top of me almost triumphantly.

I try to answer her question but when her teeth run along my nipple I let out a sharp hiss of pleasure and jerk up against her. The small action felt surprisingly a good, a sharp spike of pleasure against the wave of good feelings she's already giving me.

"You," I finally gasp. "Just... do whatever you want."

I don't know how to describe it, but I hope she understands. I want someone who feels free enough with me to use me to make themselves feel good. To not be scared of me. I want someone who trusts me enough to ask for anything or is willing to give me anything. I want her on top and underneath. I want to take her from behind. I want to taste her. I want everything that has to do with her.

The bite was followed by a gentle kiss, teasingly light as she rolled her tongue against his nipple and moved with his body's silent demand for more. Her teeth pressed bluntly against his nipple, scraping against him before she captured it with her teeth tugging before kissing and rolling her hips back against him. Dragging it out slow.

She moves up his body, pressing kisses up to his mouth before biting his bottom lip and kissing him hard. Her head turned before he could kiss her back, bending to his ear before she nipped his earlobe. Breathing heavily, sighing in pleasure as her body trembled against his.

"Fuck me," Cass murmured into his ear before she rolled over onto her side. His cock slipped out of her but all she did was reach for his arm and tug him towards her, wanting his body against her back. Wanting him, showing him.

Oh fuck she's going to kill me. That's the only conclusion I can draw, with how good she's making me feel, is that she's going to kill me with amazing sex. I'm fairly sure that if that's the case, I don't mind going out like this.

When she rolled off of me and I slipped out of her, it was almost painful. It was an abrupt loss to a connection that had become very important to me in the last few minutes. Wrapping my warms around her I molded my body against hers. Reaching down I took my cock and positioned it at her entrance to her pussy, grinding my hips and sliding back into her with a happy groan.

She leaned back into his arms, dragging her fingertips along his arms before she brought one hand up behind her. Reaching back for his head before she gripped his short hair tight, tugging as he molded his body against hers.

She hissed, sighing in pleasure as he slid his cock slowly back into her. She squeezed her muscles, tightening around him before she pressed back against him wanting to keep him there.

"Kaine," Cass murmured, asking without words for more as she rolled her hips back against him pulling him into her. Her back arching in pleasure as she leaned back against him.

"Ah!"

The control she has over her body is amazing, and she's using it to do the most amazing things to me. Shifting my arm a bit, I cup one of her breasts as I rock my hips against her, squeezing as I press a kiss to her neck.

I'm more than happy to give her want she wants, what I want. What I need at this point. She's beautiful like this, so expressive and open and happy that it's amazing to be a part of this moment with her, my own pleasure aside.

Her fingers curl into her palms, tugging the short hair sharply as she arches into the touch against her breast. Her back bending, curving and leaning into his body as his lips brush against her neck and make her squirm.

"Oh" Cass moaned, louder, at the kiss to her neck. More, she wanted more. She rolled her hips, allowing him to almost slide out of her again before she slammed her hips back against him. Moaning as his cock filled her.

I let out a sharp grunt as she slams back against me, loving how she's pulling at my hair while fucking me like that. I can feel how bad she wants it and I want to give it to her like that, give her everything she could want.

My arm under her shifts again, wrapping all the way around her chest to pinch her nipple while the other hand slides does between her legs, rubbing her clit as I jerk my hips into her.

Her body hums with pleasure, her fingers tugging sharp in his hair as she stretched against the hardness of Kaine's muscles. She leaned into his hands, twitching against the feeling of his fingers against her clit as she pushed back against him and slammed down hard on his cock.

"Kaine," Her voice was barely a ragged whisper as her body shivered, desperate with need to come again and desperate for him to fuck her, to stay with her here like this.

It's so physical I don't want it to stop, I don't think I could stand it right now if she did. She's so tight around me and feels so good slamming against me. I can tell she doesn't just what this, she wants me. Somehow through all the lust and pleasure that comes through clearly.

"Come," I urge her, finger moving faster against her clit. It's not an ego thing, I don't need to prove to anyone I can please her. What I want is to make her feel good, to make her mad with pleasure as I thrust and pound my hips against her.

Her hands slip, nails dragging down the skin of his neck as her breath caught in her throat, making her gasp as his fingers slipped against her clit, driving her forward. She moaned his name, hands turning harder and sharper as she felt the wave of pleasure built and break. She came with his name on her lips, her body stiffening and tightening in his arms.

She felt safe there, safe and wanted. Safe to be herself, to truly be herself and not worry about harming him.

I love how she says my name as she comes and it triggers my own orgasm almost immediately, like hearing her call my name like that flipped a switch inside of me. I like the dull burning sensation of her nails scratching along my neck, a sign that she let herself go just a tiniest bit. Even as my mind almost goes blank with the pleasure of my orgasm I can hold on to that thought, that she let herself go with me just a bit.

I hold her close as we ride out our orgasms, not able to let go for all the world. Right now nothing feels as right as holding Cassandra close to me.

She smiles, soft and gentle, her face pressed against the sheet to hide it as he comes, as his body tenses and pulls against hers and becomes hers. She can't help the soft moan at her lips, she can't help the breathless way she sighs as holds her close. Her nails, hands relax before she squirms against him and turns to face him.

Stretching, she leans up to brush a kiss against his lips before wrapping her legs around his waist and moving suddenly so he is on top of her.

"Stay," A request. But mostly an order. She intends to keep him here for the moment, she'll keep him safe and then show him again with her body how to speak.

I don't even put up a token resistance as she maneuvers me so that I'm on top of her. Everything feels far too good for me to resist right now and I'm lost in a sort of blissful haze, where I just want to relax and enjoy this sensation.

"Stay," I agree, leaning down to kiss her soft but deep. I have absolutely no desire to leave right now, not with how good I'm feeling and how wonderful she looks.

"Good," She murmurs in reply. Her body stretches, straining up to meet his kiss before she curls her arms around his back and sighs, shifting beneath him. Her nails press against his back before she turns her head to brush a kiss against his neck showing him with her lips how she feels.

"I like how you talk."

After this, after showing me what she can do with her "words" I have to admit that I'm a fan of this style of communication. It will take me a while to get beyond just the basics of what she's trying to say, but so far I like it.

"That... was not talking. That was singing," Cass murmured stretching her body out beneath his and shifting. Her foot brushing along the back of his calf, her hand tracing against his back and her lips on his neck and chest.

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