Cassie (The Coven's Grove Chronicles #3)
awhile,” she breathed. “I want to get away from all the pain and fear.” Her chest started to heave, showing off more of her hardened nipples. Her hand slid up his belly to rub his chest.
    He couldn’t take it anymore. He snatched hold of her wrist, and pulled her down on top of him. He kissed her, taking two handfuls of her hair. Her lips were on fire, and pressed roughly against his. The sensual tingling cascaded through him.
    Cassie broke the kiss, pushing herself up. She yanked the shirt over her head, and threw it aside. Her body, perfect in its nakedness, swayed teasingly back and forth.
    Caleb sat up, and cupped her breasts, taking one of them into his mouth. She moaned in delight, and tore at his clothes, as he sucked and rubbed her hard nipples. His hands strayed to her back, and continued down to grip her round ass.
    His shirt was ripped away, but his pants were still on, restraining his arousal. He flipped Cassie over onto her back, and stood to free himself. Her hands brushed against his hips, sparking the tingle once more, as she helped him out of his jeans. Once free, he eased down on top of her, raising her arms over her head.
    The look in her eyes was one of pure desire. Her legs spread, as she thrust her hips toward him. “Do it!”
    He slid into her.
    She was so warm and smooth, he almost came right then. Gritting his teeth, Caleb fought the urge to climax. Regaining mastery of himself, he gyrated his hips, driving deeper into her core. She joined his rhythm, and suddenly yelled out her orgasm, while clawing at the headboard. He continued his strong pace, fighting off the insatiable need to come. He brought her to climax a second time, and then a third. He wasn’t sure how much more he could handle, the desire to release was so great.
    Cassie growled, narrowing her eyes at him. She ripped her hands free, and grabbed his shoulders, driving her nails into his skin. He hardly noticed. All he was conscious of was the pulsing in his hardness.
    She began to grind her hips, building up speed with each rotation.
    He finally lost control. “I’m coming!”
    His words only spurred her into a greater gyrating frenzy. His eyes fluttered, as he released his passion, but Cassie continued to grind until there was nothing left of him.
    He collapsed beside her in a panting, useless heap. “You’ve done me in.”
    “I certainly hope not,” she replied, breathing heavily. “I’m far from done with you.”
    Caleb laughed and wrapped his arms around her. “I’ll need a moment to recharge.”
    “I suppose that’s okay, but only a moment.” She snuggled up next to him.
    He kissed the top of her head, and ran his fingers along her back, enjoying the slight tingle of her soft skin. As wonderful as he felt in that moment, he couldn’t help but think how much he’d screwed things up this time.

 
    C assie cracked an eye open as she yawned. The sheets were in total disarray, and there wasn’t a pillow in site. Caleb’s arm was curled around her waist, and he snored softly into the back of her head. She smiled, and stretched her sore muscles. She’d never had non-stop sex like that before, and combined with the now familiar tingling when they touched, she was convinced that it didn’t get any better than last night. Remembering the contact high between them, she realized almost the entirety of her back was pressed against Caleb at the moment, and the shockwaves from that contact, were starting to make her nipples harden. She slipped out from under his arm, careful not to wake him, and rolled out of bed. The lack of his touch was almost painful, but she needed a break from the marathon sexercise they’d been having.
    She found a shirt on the way to the bathroom, and pulled it over her head. The toilet seat was cold on her backside, but it helped extinguish some of the heat that had built up from touching Caleb. Once relieved, she hopped in the shower, and basked in its warmth for god knows how long. She could

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