CHAPTER 481: LOUDER THAN A GHOST

Arabella felt breathless. The kiss turned wet when his tongue sneaked in, licking the roof of her mouth that made her stomach burn hotter while her toes curls. Her back pressed towards the frame of the bed, pressed tight while she could only feel the taste of his mouth. For the first time, she finally understood how good being caressed inside her tongue was, everything felt utterly unbearable.

Feeling impatient, her own lips had moved forward to kiss him, gently pecking his upper lips before biting Cassius’s delicious lower lips that almost felt like ripe berries to her teeth. She couldn’t help but lick his sharp fangs, feeling her own tongue slightly cut for blood to draw out yet despite that, the pain didn’t feel painful, instead the heat inside her only burn even brighter, as if wood had been pushed to a burning fireplace, lighting the flame even sharper than before.

They didn’t need words to be exchanged. When Cassius’s fingers moved to undo her hair, she had unknowingly moved to removed his tunic. Her fingers knew its way to the traces of his body, the scars over his back, the one on his arm, and the one that still felt fresh yet when she crossed her hands toward it, he didn’t seem to mind it, didn’t seem to feel the pain when she knew it must have felt painful.

Why did it feel so right to let him towards her?

Arabella couldn’t put it to words, she doesn’t understand, can’t put it to words how. She had felt so right to touch him, to press the warmth of her body and share it to his cold fingertips. It felt as if a part of her had finally return, as if she had finally found what she had been missing for a lifetime.

"You’re distracted." Cassius whispered as he pulled the ribbon over her dress that had covered her bosom. Gulping, she couldn’t help but shiver endlessly when his coarse finger traveled over her skin, cupping her breasts before giving a tight tantalizing squeeze.

She couldn’t help but cry out the breathless moans, her back arching when his fingers tugged and pinched over her nipples, making her toes to curl even more. She couldn’t stifle down her voice anymore, almost to the point that she was worried if she was sounding far too loud for his liking and if she had instead turned him off.

And when she tried to bite her lips into silence, Cassius went to kiss her lips again, opening her mouth as if to force her to let out those melodious voice and though she felt the situation was far too lewd, she didn’t once entertain the idea of leaving his side, no, she loathed the idea.

She would rather be here, bare everything to him, everything about her even if it means being naked under his watch, showing all her flaws.

"Don’t worry about your voice," Cassius noted knowingly, pushing his finger down from her breasts to the space between her legs and only then did she noticed just how wet she had became upon his fingers, drenching his skin that she could hear the sound of squelching, that wet tantalizing noise that showed how wanton her body had opened up to him.

"I can’t," she whispered before her legs began to weaken and her body fell forward. Effortlessly Cassius had pulled her by the elbow, pushing her body gently to the bed. Just as she thought he was going to climb on top of her, Cassius had instead tugged her skirt, bunching them into one good grasp before pushing it upward to her hips.

When she felt her last piece of underwear that had covered her wet slits, her entire face burns. She tried to cover them clumsily with her fingers, only to feel his lips kissing her knuckles.

"What are you doing-" her words fading into a moan, torn between confusion and shock as instead of moving upward, Cassius had bent his face down between her legs. "Your tongue isn’t suppose to go there, stop, it’s dirty!"

But Cassius could feel that between the embarrassment and confusion, when his breath hit her clit, Arabella’s body contort. Her back arch even higher and she didn’t seem to notice how she had raised her hips, almost in a way that could drive him crazy, begging for attention in a little lewd dance.

The fact that only him could ever enjoy this sight of her, swaying her hips, licking her lips in anticipation was enough to make him grow even harder, riling him to a heightened arousal.

"Shh," he whispered to her. Realizing that though embarrassed she seemed rather anticipating his lips, he silently bent forward and let out a hot exhale. That itself was enough for her knees to shake which make him to grin even wider. "It will feel good," he promised and that alluring promise only increased her arousal anticipating excitedly of what she could tell was going to take place next.

In a good mood, Cassius bent forward again, this time closer until his lips brushed over her wet lips and sucked over Arabella’s warm liquid that continuously flows like honey, irresistibly sweet and creamy to taste, like someone who was too hungry to care how hard he had sucked just to fill his empty stomach.

Arabella couldn’t explain what she felt. When his coarse tongue rubbed against her wetness, her entire body flinched. Her eyes flung and her heart thump so loudly against her ribcage. Followed by the sense of pleasure that made her legs to voluntarily shake nonstop, almost floating above his shoulders. She couldn’t help but felt sensitive all over and knowing she weakness, his other finger didn’t stop teasing her breast, cupping and giving her a tight squeeze, sometimes it had even tugged roughly, the kind of roughness that didn’t hurt and instead only felt even more heavenly than what she could endure.

"Stop, I’m, it feels so," it felt so raw. The pleasure of being licked, of having her insides being part open with his hot tongue and the way it had invaded toward her insides, licking and pressing to the part that only made her head bent backward.

Her fingers crawled to the bedsheet when she felt his fingers entering inside of her, spreading her open for him to watch.

"Stop, what are you-" she couldn’t endure it. This sensation felt so good. So mind blowingly good that she couldn’t help her breaths that grew shallower every passing second of her body that tried so hard to run away from the intensity of the pleasure but she couldn’t go far away as Cassius had locked her legs over his shoulders, pinning her ankles down with his arm.

When he got up, she couldn’t hear the sound of him licking his lips, making her burn and the ball of pleasure inside her stomach to grow tighter, begging for release.

Why did he stop?

She couldn’t help almost feel as if she was going to reach the climax of the building pleasure. But no matter how she struggled to release it by squeezing her legs together, her insides were throbbing with needs that she knew she couldn’t deal on her own as the key for all her pleasure was currently watching her, enjoying how she had caved into pleasure so easily over his touches.

"Do you want more?" He asked with a soft smile. "Or is this enough, hm?"

"Is that a question?" She cried, holding to his chest and frowned, "If you stop suddenly I’m not going to forgive you."

"Oh spicy," Cassius chuckled. "Then you better cry for me loudly won’t you?"

"Huh?" Before she could ask, her insides throbbed as his thick fingers entered her hole, wet and large.

Everytime his fingers moved, it tugged her insides, making her stomach shivers from the pleasure.

"You’re getting wetter and wetter, can you feel it too?"

"Stop speaking!" She cried out as his voice didn’t help the building pleasure that made her feel numb all over. He laughed as if enjoying this but his movement became even more ruthless, his finger sliding in and out in a curling motion, touching the roof of her insides, rubbing the spot that made her feel as if she was about to spill something she shouldn’t have.

"Wait, slow down... slow down-" Yet the moment she begged for him to slow down, it had the opposite effect instead, making his fingers to move even faster, until she felt her body shaking all over and a sudden spark turn her entire sight white from the exploding pleasure.

That instant explosion of adrenaline caused for her entire body to quiver.

Her knees trembled, her legs shaking around his arms while her inside squeeze tight and throbbed harder, this time from the release that made her body curl around the bed, unable to do anything but came apart on his hands, forming puddle of clear liquid over her bedsheet.

Just as she tried to catch a breath, Cassius’s fingers moved again inside of her, this time his movement fierce, digging her most sensitive spot that had just been rubbed to release such raw pleasure followed by his voice that seemed taunting.

"I know you could do more than that. How about four more times, love?"

As her eyes snapped wide, confused yet exhilarated, Cassius seemed to have grinned as he pressed her fleshy inside, making her to cry out his name and unfortunately for her, that only riled him even more.

"We need to get you used to the fingers before you can take me in."