This had to be the best sex I've had; she was all in, there was no resistance, and it was just us fully craving each other.
When I pulled out of her, I held her in my arms for some minutes, her rapid heartbeat against mine as we gasped for air.
It was not until after some minutes that she finally said a word breathlessly.
"I hate you," she whispered, slowly caressing my arms that were wrapped around her waist.
I scoffed, knowing very well what she meant, but she was never going to say it, was she?
"Well, I love you, Cassandra. You're doing a lot to me, things I could never imagine," I whispered.
I could almost feel her face broaden in a smile even though I wasn't looking at it. I stroked her hair, rubbed her back gently, and kissed her bare shining skin in different areas until she giggled.
"Donald, I feel dizzy," she said to me, and without hesitation I carried her in my arms, taking her slowly out of the library as I took her up the stairs to her room.
