The Devil's Favourite Obsession

*Disclaimer - Erotica*

Before his name was spoken by her, he pushed his mouth towards her, his mouth finding hers in a consuming kiss that swallowed her whimper whole. His mouth was hot, burning with desire, while Cixi’s mouth burned with longing, and their desires mingled. His tongue swept against hers, tasting her, mapping every corner of her mouth while Cixi’s fingers dug into his bare shoulders in response.

Then his lips descended.

His mouth dragged down her chin. Along the line of her jaw. Down the column of her throat, where he pressed his tongue flat against her racing pulse. Moving downward. Over the ridge of her collarbone. Across the flushed skin of her upper mound.

He stopped there.

His lips were positioned directly above her left breast. She felt his breath first, warm and gradual, ghosting over the sensitive peak. Her nipple tightened impossibly harder. Her spine arched off the mattress, her body begging for contact before her pride could stop it.

Cassian’s tongue touched her nipple with a single stroke. Base to tip. Deliberately making it slow enough to make her feel every ridge of his tongue against the pebbled skin.

Cixi’s fingers flew to his hair. With a sharp tug on his dark hair, she drew a low groan from his chest.

Witnessing her frustrative action, he took her left areola fully into his mouth.

The wet heat engulfed her. His lips sealed around the hardened peak as he he sucked, drawing the sensitive flesh against the flat of his tongue with a pressure that sent a bolt of white-hot sensation straight between her thighs. Her back bowed off the bed. Her legs trembled. A strangled cry tore from her throat which was unrecognisable to her, a sound she had never heard herself make.

His tongue circled, then flicked and then Swirled around the captured peak with maddening attention. He sucked harder, and Cixi’s vision blurred at the edges.

While his mouth worshipped her left breast, his right hand reached her right.

His palm cupped the soft, heavy weight. And his fingers kneaded with the same pressure that matched the rhythm of his tongue. His thumb found her right nipple and pressed, rubbing firm circles into the aching peak while his mouth continued its assault on the other.

The dual sensation shattered her.

Cixi’s hips rolled touching his manschaft without conscious thought. Her thighs clenched around his knee. The friction was not enough, but her body chased it regardless, rubbing against him in desperate, instinctive movements she could not control.

”Ah! Cass...” The words escaped her in fragments. Her chest heaved beneath his mouth and hand. Her fingers tightened in his hair until her knuckles whitened. ”Ammm..”

Cassian released her left nipple with a soft, wet sound. He pressed his lips against the swollen, reddened flesh in a kiss so gentle it made her eyes sting. Then he shifted.

His mouth moved to her right breast, giving the attention it deserved.

He took the rosy nub his thumb had been tormenting and drew it between his lips. His tongue lapped over the sensitised peak, and the change in sensation, from the rough pad of his thumb to the slick heat of his mouth, made Cixi cry out. Her hand slammed against the headboard above her, bracing herself as her body arched violently upward.

His left hand replaced his mouth on her abandoned breast. His fingers pinched her left nipple, rolling the wet, swollen peak between his thumb and forefinger with exactly enough pressure to blur the line between pleasure and pain.

Cixi’s breathing fractured into short, ragged gasps. She could feel herself coming apart. Every pull of his mouth, every squeeze of his fingers, sent a pulse of liquid heat pooling low in her belly.

The ache between her thighs had grown into something unbearable, a throbbing, insistent demand that made her writhe beneath him.

His teeth grazed her nipple. First gently and then harder, that made her entire body jolt.

”Cass...” She whispered his name like a warning. Like a plea. Like both at once.

He looked up.

His pitch-black eyes found hers. His lips were still swollen, reddened from her skin, and the sight of him there, between her breasts, looking up at her with that intoxicating desire permanently marked into her memory.

”Tell me what you want,” he asked. His voice had changed. This was not the controlled, smooth order from the emperor. It was low, rough and raw.

Cixi stared down at him, at the most feared man in the underworld, lying between her thighs, asking her what she wanted.

Cixi could not answer him. Her throat was too tight, her breath too fractured, her chest heaved. She simply stared down at him with her half-lidded grey eyes and parted her lips, and Cassian read the answer written across every flushed inch of her body.

He rose over her again. His hands returned to her breasts. Both of them this time, kneading them.

His thumbs dragged across her stiffened nipples on every upward stroke, pressing them flat before releasing, letting them spring back achinginlgy.

Cixi’s spine melted into the mattress. Her eyes fluttered shut. He squeezed her breasts together, pushed them apart, rolled the heavy flesh between his fingers with patience of a man who had nowhere else to be.

His mouth dropped to her right nipple. He sucked it between his lips, his tongue flicking the tip while his sinister hand continued to massage the other breast, thumb circling the wet, abandoned peak. He alternated. Left nipple in his mouth, right hand kneading. Right nipple between his teeth, left hand squeezing. Back and forth. Taking his time. Engaging with her as though her body were an instrument he intended to learn by heart.

Minutes passed. Cixi lost count. The wet sounds of his mouth on her skin, the soft slap of his palm reshaping her breast, the obscene rhythm of suck and release filled the bedroom. Her panties were ruined. She could feel it.

The thin lace between her thighs was soaked through, clinging to her swollen flesh, drenched in the slick heat that her body had been producing since the first stroke of his tongue. Every time he sucked harder, she felt a fresh rush of wetness soak through the fabric.