~CASSELBA'S POV
FUCKING HOT! That is the description of the encounter I just had.
I lay flat on the wide bed with half-lidded eyes as I watch the mirrors slowly slide over. The last image I spot is that of a seated man watching with heated eyes across the mirror.
A black mask balances over his face but I can tell from the set angle of his jaw and his piercing eyes that he was too handsome a man.
Calm breathing flows into my ears from the space beside me, and I turn to the beautiful woman sprawled across from me. Her eyes are closed in a light sleep and thick brown lashes fan her cheeks.
She is stunning.
That was the first thing that attracted me to her once I walked into Inferno; that and her fire-red gown.
The moment our eyes locked across the space of electrified atmosphere, I could see her eyes devour my form. I could also see the blood rush into her ears, and almost immediately, the scent of her arousal tickled my nostrils.
Our conversation only made it past a shy greeting and first names before our mouths took over. As my gaze moves over her flushed white skin, I remember how bold she'd been. She gripped and touched me—everywhere.
I smile at her calm, sleeping form. This woman that looked every inch prim and proper. She devoured and tasted; and I loved every moment of it.
Her name was Clarence, and it was obvious she was straight; but there are sometimes when that need suddenly appears and humans are powerless to it. I gladly accept mine whenever it calls.
I lift up, placing a light kiss on her forehead before I sit up in search of my clothes. I immediately blush at the scattered pile. Clarence hadn't been subtle in her want for me. Our clothes lay strewn all over the room, underwears disposed awkwardly on the floors.
As I move for my jeans, the image of the masked man fills my head again. There was something about him. In his eyes, in his powerful stare as he watched me and Clarence go at it.
There was something familiar too. I had seen those eyes before. Lovely hazel depths that gripped a woman. Even my wolf loved his gaze.
His stare was overpowering, like a smoky ember, and as he looked at me through the mirror's glass, I could tell what he wanted. He wanted me.
There was possession in his beautiful eyes. A dark hunger.
An intense want...
I had felt it like currents under my skin, and as Clarence drove me wild, our eyes locked in the mirrors and I felt it also. I wanted him too. Too bad I couldn't see his face. I could remember his eyes though—one didn't forget such gaze.
I face away from the bed, dragging my figure-hugging pants over my hips when a pair of milky hands appear on my naked belly. I immediately smile, and my eyes pin on the smooth and manicured fingers.
"Leaving so soon," Clarence rasps from behind me, dragging me closer to her so my ass digs into her front.
Her warmth is so soothing on my skin and I find myself digging deeper into her. I don't reply her. I just lean back on the soft press of her body and let her hands roam free.
When she pushes into my pants, I moan at the heat accompanying. I was still hot for her.
Her fingers slide deeper, moving under in between my legs, and she abruptly cups me. Right over my pussy. I instantly clench my thighs together at her boldness, loving it entirely. Clarence wasn't subtle at all.
I'm guessing she has always wanted a woman but maybe she was born into a rigid family, and now that she met me, she just couldn't stop touching. I on the other hand, love her skilled brazenness.
Her other hand pulls at my hair, bringing my face backwards to her.
She immediately claims my lips and I surrender as her fingers dig further between my legs. She groans at my heat spread on her palm and she abruptly squeezes. I immediately jolt at the contact. It was surprising but made me fucking wet.
"You are not leaving. Not yet," she whispers into my mouth, nudging my lips apart with hers.
In a moment, she walks me over and pushes me back onto the bed. My back is barely flat on the sheets before she roughly mounts me.
She lifts my legs up, grabs my pants and roughly pulls them up. I am still struggling with the jeans when her tongue lands hot on me, torturing me with need.
I whimper and move to completely push off the damn trouser but her mouth is like fire on my flesh, her face deep in my pussy.
The woman inhales, drawing me wet into her mouth and I nearly combust on the sheets. My pants still hang awkwardly on my upraised thighs, rendering me immobile as she devours and opens me entirely to her tongue.
My skin is on fire as I roughly tug on the material. The jeans come apart in my hands and my legs fall open. Clarence groans in lust, immediately spreading my legs wide, her tongue moving to push deeper on my slit.
As I watch her with hooded eyes, I immediately know what she wants. Clarence was a young woman who had been denied what she wanted all her life. The taste of a woman.
Seeing someone such as me sparked a raw lust within her. I see this and comprehend her hunger, so I give her what she wants.
I instantly flip her over. My thighs spread wide on her face and I push down, mounting her tongue.
"This is what you want right!" I growl on her.
She moans hard into me, clearly loving our roleplay.
"You little whore!" I rasp, "Suck on me!"
She gives an answering growl and her tongue slides smoothly into me.
"Fuck!" I groan, nearly splintering in bliss but I hold on for her.
Her hands lift up and roughly push at my bra. In a second, the little red material flies to a dark corner of the room. Her hands immediately go wild on my breasts, her palms grasping and squeezing.
She kneads me so hard I almost black out from pleasure. I move to lift up her face but she drags me down harder on her.
In that instant, I feel her need. I immediately grip her hands and lift them off my tits. They leave my flesh all hot and full. I push them on the bed and hold her wrists together above her head, my hands like cuffs on her.
She gives me a whimper that tells me she loves it. With my hands on her wrists, I pin her to the bed and ride her face.
Her tongue goes wild on me, licking and swirling. When she drags me and holds me in her mouth, I surrender blissfully to her lips. I groan, shuddering as my hips buck on her. I release her wrists and go lax on her. She turns me over, holding me to her as I slowly come down from my high.
When my eyes slowly open once again, Clarence's big green eyes pin on mine. She opens her mouth to say something.
Something I know she already felt. I could tell it in her smoky eyes. The woman was slowly falling for me.
I didn't want that, so I immediately place my fingers on her lips before the words can escape, shushing her. I pull her close to me and her milky skin contrasts beautifully with my brown one.
I inhale against her hair and slowly watch her body surrender once again to sleep.
Clarence was beautiful and calm. An opposite to my storm. Her sheer need for me turned me on but she also was human.
As I look on her pretty features, I know I can't be with her. I also can never tell her that as I rode on her, it wasn't her face I saw beneath me. Rather it was overpowering ember eyes that swirled like hot chocolate.
The eyes of the masked man. He was the one that sent me into the stars and not Clarence. But she would certainly never know.
I slowly pull away from her sleeping form, cover her with the sheets, then in very silent movements no human ear can discern, I move for my clothes. She wouldn't know I was leaving this time.
My wolf was in total control.
Silent as the soft whispering of low music, I creep towards the door. I turn back at the entryway and peer once more at her beautiful face.
A content smile dots her lips. I'm happy too. I turn back to the door and slide back out into Inferno's moneyed decor with only one thought in mind.
Forget the Masked man!