Genetic Ascension

Chapter 829  Show Me

Cassarae lay there sprawled, her face buried into a pillow and her ass hanging in the air. Of course, she didnʼt have the strength to keep it there. She was just lucky there were enough pillows left over in the room to cushion her hips and belly.

Her legs twitched, her breathing haggard. Inwardly, she felt like she was going to pass out, and yet she somehow wanted more, while also knowing if she really did have any more, her heart might give out.

Sylas sat in silence at the edge of the bed, staring off into space. His skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his expression was obscured by the thick curls of his hair.

At some point, Cassarae finally stopped gasping for breath. Well, the wheezing stopped. The heavy breathing was still very much there despite her Constitution stat.

Even so, she didnʼt have the strength to turn at all, so she just spoke directly into the pillow.

”Donʼt lie to me… how many bitches have you fucked this good… let me know now so I know… who I have to kill…”

Sylas didnʼt reply, at least not immediately. And that earned him a kick to the shoulder. Cassarae wasnʼt looking, so she missed the first two before she finally landed one nice and solid.

”I told you already,” Sylas said calmly.

There was an odd steadiness to his voice now that hadnʼt been there before. Though his expression was still obscured, Cassarae felt something constrict her heart. She ignored the odd feeling, pushing it down because what she had heard was simply too ridiculous.

”Who do you think… youʼre trying to… fool?”

”I have plenty of experience with women. I just havenʼt had sex with any of them.”

Cassarae fell into silence, trying to decide whether she believed that nonsense or not. No matter how she sliced it, it really did sound ridiculous.

But she also knew Sylas too well. He couldnʼt be bothered to lie, especially not when he already had her to begin with.

She finally struggled to look back and felt a hint of a fire trying to creep back into her loins. If it wasnʼt for the slight ache that followed it, she really might have tried to pounce on him again.

Just from the side, there was something about the cut of Sylasʼ obliques and the long, thick line of his lats, and then the way his hair fell to partially obscure it all that reeled her in.

But it wasnʼt just that. It was his aura. It had always been his aura.

She was intoxicated by this sort of man. That sort of controlled wildness that she couldnʼt help but be attracted to. A beast trapped in a cage that somehow also had it in him to be gentle with a fragile vase like her.

Despite the fact Sylasʼ head was lowered, she felt something stirring her.

Cassarae slowly pushed herself up, ignoring the fatigue of her body and pulling to Sylasʼ side. His head was still lowered, but when she bent down to take a look at his face, she saw it.

A pair of dense green eyes almost glowing in the slight darkness. He stared off into the distance, not at anything particular. It was almost like the floorboards beneath his vein-pulsing feet were the most interesting thing in the world.

But she knew that he wasnʼt looking at them.

Her pupils trembled, and she couldnʼt help but run a hand up Sylasʼ thigh.

He was very much still a raging mass, the liquids running down her leg seemingly not having done much to calm the raging beast. It was hard to tell just how long he had been holding back for, but the last three hours were far from enough.

It was clear that he had stopped for her sake, not the other way around.

”Youʼre not done…” she said softly. But the words came out almost like she was speaking to herself.

Her thumb ran along Sylasʼ shaft, her eyes somewhat glazing over.

At some unknown point, she found herself between Sylasʼ legs, looking up at that intense gaze with a shiver in her heart. Right now, she didnʼt seem like the normal Cassarae at all. In fact, in her heart, she only had one desire.

Please her man.

Her head lowered, her eyes never breaking contact with Sylasʼ own as she carefully licked it, her pace slow and gentle, until she fit her lips over its tip. She sucked softly and then pulled back into a gentle kiss, loving every second of his taste.

Her hands ran up and down his mass, her breasts swaying against his balls seemingly by coincidence from time to time.

She lowered her mouth onto its length again, this time going lower, pushing, even to the point her eyes watered and she was forced to come back up for air.

”Pull my hair back for me,” she said softly.

Sylas obliged, his hands running down the side of her head and pulling her long, silky black hair together until he formed it into a ponytail with one hand.

”I know what you want to do,” Cassarae said with a sultry smile. ”I can see it in your eyes. You want to treat me like your little, personal whore, right? Well, today, just for today, I just might be inclined to let it happen.”

The hand on her ponytail tightened just the slightest bit, and Cassarae felt her heart ripple. A delicate set of lips between her legs was already quite moist, but right now, it might as well have been gushing.

”Go on then, big boy. Show me. Show me how dominating you can be. Fuck my face like youʼre going to fuck those bastards later.”

Cassarae barely had the time to place her palms on Sylasʼ thighs before it felt like her head was flying forward at a hundred miles an hour.

The back of her throat clocked the pressure in an instant, and then Sylas just pushed right through.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her legs quivering. She didnʼt even want to think about the embarrassing noise she was making.

But now she knew for sure.

Her man was ready.

That stare was filled with nothing but unbridled focus.