By the time midnight had long passed, Cassian had finally drawn every last ounce of pleasure from Katherine's body. She was left limp and dazed beneath him, almost senseless, able to do little more than moan softly, lost in the lingering haze.
Even then, it still wasn't enough for him. It never was. Holding her arms as her body sagged, he kept her hips lifted, continuing to move as her eyes rolled back and her tongue slipped free. The once composed face—arrogant yet kind—was completely undone now, twisted into something raw and obscene.
Her bare body only added to it: full breasts swinging with each motion, her curved stomach slick with sweat and their mingled fluids, the deep hollow of her navel gleaming like a gem at the center of it all.
