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[onewhoisall]

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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[onewhoisall]

Her fingernails pressed against his back, inhaling and drawing down as he growled at her. Flushing, she pulled back looking at him curiously as her hips rolled against him. Brushing a soft kiss against his lips, she turned her head to watch him before nodding at the growl.

Stretching her fingers up, she drew her hands under his sides before sliding her fingertips over his stomach. Thumbs dipping beneath the waistband of his shorts teasing before she rolled off him smoothly.

Leaning forward she pressed her fingertips beneath his jaw before Cass kissed him again.

[badtotheclone]

It's a struggle between wanting to get my shorts off and focusing on kissing her again. In the end I manage both with a growl and a sort of primal ferocity. The shorts get all but ripped off and the kiss is even more fierce than before, an indication of just how badly my body wants this, wants her.

In contrast, my hands on her are more delicate, enjoying the smooth feel of her skin and the hard muscle underneath. She's capable of being fierce and soft so I don't see any reason not to enjoy both aspects of her.

"On."

It's more of a plead than a demand, she was only off for a few seconds but I miss the contact all the same.

[onewhoisall]

She smiled against his lips, watching him struggle for a moment between kissing her and undressing. Lips tugging teasingly, she drew her head back a little bit as he growled before she met his fierce kiss with her own demanding kiss.

Her hand slid down his neck, eyebrow raising at the pleading tone before she nodded but didn't move just yet. Her gaze slipped, cheeks flushed as her fingertips sliding down his stomach gently. Leaning forward, she sat close to him seeing how far she could push his own control as her hand pressed against his hip.

[badtotheclone]

This girl is evil. Pure evil.

I can see the blush on her cheeks and my muscles tremble underneath her hand moved along my body. She was teasing me, or at least drawing it out, almost like she was experimenting. I wasn't sure if it was my reaction or her own that she was curious about though. Just to prove I can (either to myself or her I'm not sure) I stay completely still. Or as still as possible since some of the reactions I can't exactly control.

Closing my eyes though, I can focus on her touch, on the exact feel of her hand over me and all the strangely complex sensations that come from that.

[onewhoisall]

Reaching one hand forward, Cass brushed the back of her cooler hand against his flushed cheeks. Sliding one leg over until she was sat at the edge of his lap, on but not quite giving him what he had pleaded and demanded for.

Tracing her hand down his stomach, she allowed her thumb to slip and brush against his arousal as she smiled, the corner of her lips tugging in a quiet, gentle tease.

His eyes are closed, making Cass bite the bottom of his lip before she leaned closer and slipped forward a little on his lap.

[badtotheclone]

I open my eyes when I feel her bite my lower lip and shift on top of me, ever so closer to satisfying the maddening ache that I feel.

I watch in rapt attention as she moves on top of me. I can see her muscles shifting, tensing and uncoiling as she shifts slightly. Every inch of her is almost painfully beautiful in a way that I don't think most people could see. There's no doubt just looking at her that she's beautiful, but there's something more graceful and primal than most people would notice.

It's art. Watching her do even the simplest movements is an art on par with anything in any museum and I can't stop watching her.

Almost unconsciously I shift my hips and press up against her, hands gripping her hips. I'm giving her one last moment to back out, to rethink this before she commits. I desperately don't want her to stop, but it would be worse to have her regret it.

"Cassandra."

[onewhoisall]

She flushes, hair brushing forward over her shoulders as she ducks her head under the attention and focus of his gaze. Kissing his lips softer in a soft apology for the bite, she looked up at him at the way he said her name.

She can feel him, the strength he is holding back as his hands curl around her hips and grip her tight. Her body is an ode to her work; marks, bruises, scratches, scars and she doesn't mind adding one more to it. His mark on her, his impression. Another line in her story, another moment etched on her skin.

Looking up at him at her name on his lips, she reached forward placing her finger against his lips.

"Hm?" A soft question before her head nods ever so slightly. Her hand sliding, curling around the back of his head as she drew his lips closer and kissed him. Her lips parted as she moaned at the brush of his hips, the warmth heat and shudder she feels at the too brief contact. She wants him.

[badtotheclone]

I kiss her back, tongue teasing her as my body feels so tightly strung that it will break. Every sensation is heightened to levels I'm not sure are even possible. I'm at the breaking point, I need more, I need all of her.

Arching my back and pressing my hips up again I feel myself press against her entrance. Feeling how much she wants me is almost too much to take. Groaning I press up higher, forcing myself to go slow for the moment despite how badly I want more.

"Cass," I gasp again, this time as I push her hips down, bringing her further onto me.

[onewhoisall]

She turned her head, brushing her lips against his jaw as she exhaled warm breath against his ear and a soft moan that followed. Her fingernails cut into his skin, gasping at the feel of him between her legs. Her nails dragged down his back, thighs trembling as her muscles tensed and tightened.

Her name murmured, wanting more. She pulled back, sitting back and drawing in breath as she curled her hands around his arm hard. Hard enough to hurt, she pulled back to look at him.

Wait.

She sighed, leaning forward to brush her lips against his in a soft kiss as she relaxed the control on her own body and slid slowly down on his cock.

[badtotheclone]

The small pain of her fingers digging into me somehow make all the pleasurable sensations so much better. More real. I'm not sure what manner of fucked up I have to be to feel better that I'm hurting just a little bit, but I do. I don't think I'd know what to do with feeling as good as the pure pleasure she's giving me otherwise.

When she slides down on my I can't help but cry out against her lips. All at once there's the sensation of an almost painful ache being satisfied while be replaced with a desire for more, an ache of a different kind.

For a moment I just stop, I hold still and just take in how it all feels. She's wet and hot and tight around me. He breath is warm against my skin and her body feels that perfect combination of soft and firm against me.

Then something snaps and I kiss her again, firmly as I rock my hips up against her. Despite how badly I want to go fast and hard, I force myself to instead make long, powerful movements against her. As soft as she is to the touch, and as soft as she can touch, Cass seems to beg the response of power. Like calling to like.

[onewhoisall]

"No," Cass murmured pushing him down. Hands firm against him as she stretched upwards, eyes closed in pleasure as she sank down. Control, she barely had her fingertips on it. She could hurt him, she could give him a little of it but she had to catch it with her fingertips before she hurt him. "Wait... patience."

Her voice is demanding, desperate as she ignored the way her body screamed at her, the way she felt around him and tried to find a small amount of control. Too much. Not enough. She allowed the kiss, biting down against his lip before she kissed him back desperately as she lost hold of her control.

"Kaine," His name. A growl as he moved, making her dig her toes in against the couch. She drew in a breath, forcing him to look at her as she moved slowly, rolling her hips down and squeezing. "Harder."

[badtotheclone]

I thought I was being pretty damn patient all things considered but I stop my movements completely and just watch. She's almost like a cat, the way she stretches out, pressing back against me with a roll of her hips.

I know what's happening, I know that feeling so well. She's about to become lost and she's trying to hold on to herself. She doesn't need to though, I want her to just let what's happening happen, to stop thinking about it and just do.

Hearing her say my name does things to me and the primal growl makes me almost completely lose it. Patience is rewarded though when she says that next word and it's almost like a damn breaking.

"Stop fighting it," I say, gasping as I rock my hips up sharply. The resulting friction makes me groan with pleasure and I do it again. And again. Each thrust makes it feel like my entire body is on fire with pleasure.

"Just let go."

[onewhoisall]

"Never," Cass murmured against his lips. He should know better than that, she would never give in and she would never stop fighting. Only a few knew that she could accept defeat and only those few knew what she had done to accept it. She knew the price now, she understood it. Maybe he didn't. "I don't want to ah-"

A small moan escaped her lips at the friction, the heat from him lifting his hips, from him fucking her. Harder and sharper than before making her rock back against him, body moving fluidly into response even before she understands it. She can't- ohhh- she can't allow the smallest slip. "I'll hurt you."

He needed to understand that.

[badtotheclone]

"Tougher than post," I gasp, barely able to manage speech in the light of how good it feels. I love how she feels rocking back against me and it urges me on more, grinding and angles my hips so I'm pressing more against her clit as I slide into her.

I may not be able to take her completely letting go, but I want her to know she doesn't have to be as gentle with me or careful as she would with others. I'm not invulnerable, but I'm stronger and more resilient than most and she's welcome to take full advantage of that.

I slide one hand up her body, palming her breasts and squeezing, marveling at how anyone can have a body so perfect. It's not just the form that's perfect, but the movements as well. Watching her is almost as good as feeling what she's doing and damn if she isn't doing things that are driving me wild.

[onewhoisall]

"Ah Kaine," Her voice escaped from tightly pressed together lips as he slid into her, brushing against her clit and making her body stutter, her control slip for a moment. Her eyes fell shut, hips rising as she gripped his shoulder tightly before she sank down harder on his cock. Her breath catching as she let out a louder moan.

Turning her head she brushed her lips against his throat, running her teeth along his skin as his hands moved to cover her breast. Arching her back, pressing into his hand Cass pressed her teeth against his skin before gasping at the feel of his rough hands against her.

"More," Her voice was hard, rough with need in his ear as she began to move in his lap, pushing him to move faster, harder, just more.

[badtotheclone]

I love it, how she can't get enough, how her voice sounds in my ear as she's asking for more. I love the teeth and fingernails against my skin. I love how strong it is.

My hips continue to thrust up, but it's not enough. I can't get enough force that way, can't drive myself into her like I really want to with the force and energy we both need.

I lean forward and kiss her hard, hands moving down to grip her ass tightly as I sit up. Even if I couldn't pick her up like she weighs nothing, I know the movements aren't going to surprise her. As close as we are she can feel every muscle shifting against her body.

In one quick movement I'm standing up and moving, pressing her back against the wall as I'm finally able to thrust into her with more force. I kiss her hard as my cock sinks into her and my hips slam against her, driving her back against the wall.

[onewhoisall]

Her hands go to his shoulders, anticipating his need for movement and listening to the way his body moves and tenses below her. Pressing her knees tight against him, Cassandra gasped as he lifted her up. Exhaling against his lips, Cass leaned forward to bite his bottom lip and smile against his mouth.

This was what she wanted, the movement and the strength in his body. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she moaned as her back hit the wall and the force of his body followed pushing tight into her as she arched her back in pure pleasure.

More. Harder. Faster. This. She wanted this, she wanted him.

"Kaine," Cass murmured, pressing her foot into his ass and digging her nails into his shoulders as he finally began to fuck her the way she wanted.

[badtotheclone]

This. This is so much better. I thought before had been good but this is beyond good, beyond great. This is perfect. She feels so good against and around me I almost can't take it. Every single thing she does gets me going more and more.

It's almost animalistic, brutal and raw and just pure sex and need. Something deep down in me craves it and tells me this is exactly what I was made to do.

I can taste her skin as my mouth moves over it, biting and sucking along her neck and shoulders, marking her. Some part of me wants to cry Mine! with every mark I make on her skin. I want her to have something on her to remember something good. Even if they fade, I want her to have marks that aren't just scars.

I can see the dent in the wall behind us, a Cass shaped divot forming there with the force of our thrusts. It's almost not enough and if I could go harder without damaging her, I would. Right now though the feeling of my cock driving into her is going to break me with pleasure.

[onewhoisall]

Her body aches with the strength of his body, forcing her against the wall behind them. Her back arching in pleasure as she gasped, moaning his name and gripping the back of his head as his mouth latched onto her neck.

She slides down his cock, tightening around him as he drove into her and slammed her against the wall again. Her breath caught as her fingernails pressed against his back tighter, almost drawing blood as she felt the shimmer of warmth spreading upwards. Her body trembling as she reached for his hand and dragged it up to her breast.

She trusted him. She trusted him.

"You won't hurt me," Cass murmured between breaths, panting his name softly in his ear.

[badtotheclone]

I squeeze her breast hard, currently incapable of restraining myself more than I already am. It's all too good, too intense for me to back off. I'm lost in how good the movements feel, how amazing she feels slamming down onto me. I bite down where her shoulder meets her neck, hard enough to leave a mark, hard enough to break the skin.

"Close," I gasp between grunts as I pound against her faster and faster. I can feel my orgasm building and I need it so bad it's almost agonizing. I need to shower her how good she is, how amazing she makes me feel.

[onewhoisall]

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.

[badtotheclone]

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.

[onewhoisall]

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.

[badtotheclone]

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.

[onewhoisall]

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.