Brigid's expression was relaxed, almost dreamy—like she was lying on a bed of clouds while tiny faeries danced across her skin, easing away every bit of tension.
Cassian's fingers were the real magic, gliding over her back with practiced precision as he sat astride her thighs. His hips moved just enough for his crotch to brush against her bare ass, drawing a faint frown from her otherwise blissed-out face.
"I said, enough of that…" she muttered, wiggling her hips to flick him away. Cassian sighed, looking mildly disappointed—even though she'd emptied him not long ago, his stamina was monstrous; he could be ready again within a minute.
"Oh yeah? Keep dreaming," she said, amused—almost shocked that he even thought she'd let him put it there.
Cassian's shoulders slumped as he grumbled, "But you've done it before, right? Why not let me do it again…?"
