Spent (R-18)

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"No, I can dress myself up," Cassandra answered without hesitation while rummaging through her closet for a dress, keeping her back towards him. 

He stepped closer, extending his hands Siroos enclosed them around Cassandra's small waist and pulled her into himself. Burying his nose in the dip of her shoulder, Siroos murmured. 

"I wish too." His hands crept up to the straps of her light gown, lazily playing with them at the same time making tingles dance on the very spots. Her body supercharged every time his fingers grazed her. 

Cassandra's breath was lodged in her throat. How this man made her lose control of herself with a simple touch. 

"Let me put on the gown I brought. I desire to see you in that, so let's get this one off shall we?" His thumbs hooked on the straps, ready to peel it off her gorgeous body. Every tiny hair on Cassandra's neck was standing erect.