Kit’s hips continued to rock back and forth, her outer lips spread against Cassius’s cock as his hands slid up to find her breasts. “Kit, you need to let me put on the sheath before I forget how,” he whispered before her lips found his again.
She knew how good he felt with a sheath on, but imagining him inside her, his flesh on hers, sent a tingling sensation up her spine. “What if you didn’t?” she asked, his mouth on her neck.
He pulled his lips away to look her in the eye. “Then I would be committing a crime punishable by death.”
“Who would know?” She knew she was being wicked, but it was so tempting, and she longed to feel him inside of her.
“Kit...”
“Just for a moment, just a little taste.”
