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The wells within his eyes rippled with desires freely dipping into them, desires he held only for his mate. The edges of his face, which were usually set in graphite, had a softer tone while he stared down at his goddess.
The tanned skin of his neck and those perfect ridges in his wide shoulder blades were inviting to trace a finger, and she couldn’t stop openly gawking at him. Not shying away any longer for he was hers.
Then, slowly, she dragged her eyes down to the pectoral muscles carved to perfection and then further down to his well-built thighs.
Her mouth watered with just the implications of licking them and what rested between them.
Picking up the washcloth Cassandra dipped it into the water and squeezed, rinsing out the extra water.
Placing the cloth on his shoulder Cassandra began to wipe him clean, her free hand resting on his ribbed thigh for support.
"You remember the time when we bathed each other under a waterfall," Cassandra asked, rubbing the cloth against his parched skin in slow movements.
"I remember being buried deep inside you there more," he shamelessly said, plucking her gold strands from her shoulder and bringing them closer to his nose to take a deep breath.
Cassandra raised an eyebrow at him while she cleaned his bare chest.
"That poker is the reason why we got cursed in the first place," Cassandra playfully answered, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.
"Huh! Wasn’t it you who was mesmerised by its size and wanted to see how it felt? Every time I touch you that memory resurfaces in your brain like you are reliving it again and again." It was Siroos’s turn to wriggle his brows at her with a smirk jotting down his lips.
Cassandra’s hands dipped even lower and she snatched away the piece of cloth separating her from the very organ he was teasing her about.
The engorged tip, which almost seemed painful because of the way it strained, stared back at her. The blue veins prominently jutted out like small streams, running along his length until the base where his sacks hung down like overgrown grapes.
Dipping the cloth back in the water, Cassandra didn’t wring it and brought it right above his tip and teasingly let a few warm drops trickle on it.
Siroos hissed from the sensations it caused.
"We can make more memories, Siro. Or I can just tease you. Your choice."
He roughly grabbed her silky chin in turn and raised her head so she would stare into his eyes.
"You are treading on very dangerous ground here, Cassa. It’s a quagmire and it would love to swallow you." Siroos was not the one to back down from a banter with his mate.
The cloth was tossed above her head, it landed on the hard ground with a.
~Thunk~
Her soft hand coiled around his length and squeezed, making him almost yelp in pleasure.
"You speak too much; let me show you who can swallow whom and let this be a lesson, Alpha Siroos, aka Alpha Kael, what it means when we say less talk and more action."
Placing both her hands on his thick thighs, Cassandra parted them further and settled inside in a kneeling position.
Siroos’s heart went berserk at the authority she had put into her words and yet how she kneeled for him.
It seemed like she held him in the soft palm of her hand, literally.
His spirits howled in excitement as he collected all her hair and held them tightly at the base, whorling them on his sand-shaded arm.
Cassandra’s shimmering violet eyes met her mate’s, there was a conglomeration of colours in his.
"Hold me tight; I won’t break," she clearly instructed, hyper-aware of what she wanted from him.
The bond between them was inundated by the trust she held in him that he would never harm her.
A feral growl of approval resonated in his chest when she said the next words before dipping her head and taking him into her mouth.
"Let the dragon come forward, this one’s for him."
His eyes fully crimsoned like the fresh blood, as Siroos’s hold tightened on her hair, his free hand elongated into a black claw, and it scraped on the clay bathtub, trying to hold on to his sanity.
His mate had taken him deep into her wet but warm mouth as if he had been submerged in the sizzling pleasure of the sea.
Cassandra lifted her eyes letting him know she was watching him as she took the remaining length in inch by inch, slipping her tongue on the base in the process.
His pleasured hiss was loud and clear, echoing all around her, prompting her on. Letting her coat his whole length with her saliva. Her rose-petal-shaded lips felt even softer than any real petals around his swollen shaft.
They squeezed the very veins while her tongue teased the nerve endings at the base.
This was not his naive innocent Cassandra anymore.
This was his goddess of love who had mastered the art of pleasuring him.
His hips thrust forward until his tip hit the back of her throat.
A feral groan left him as she squeezed his cock with her lips while reaching down with her hand she did the same with his hanging sacks. They had tightened like the peach pits.
"Cassa!" Her name he whimpered out in pleasure as he hungrily moved in and out of her mouth.
At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to even hold himself much longer.
There were glints of triumph in her watery eyes as she victoriously watched her mate writhe in pleasure while entombing deep in her luscious mouth. Blinking rapidly she let the water drop on her cheeks but didn’t back away.
It was like being rubbed by a velvety cloth, the feeling invoked and pushed his dragon even further. His claw reached out and traced the water droplet that had leaked out on her puffed cheek.
The moment so intimate and personal between her and his dragon. She squeezed with her lips and Siroos was already teetering on the edge, trying not to fall under her seduction.
He thrust in full force, and Cassandra almost gagged; holding on, she gave another squeeze to his balls and the dragon inside of him howled in deep pleasure.
His hardened length twitched and jerked as his seed sputtered out and went down her throat and his hardened shaft went limp still inside her mouth.