Something in Cassius's expression snapped.
The playful hunger was still there, but underneath it, something deeper surfaced and he couldn't hold back anymore.
He gripped her waist with both hands and pressed his face in with passionate reverent hunger.
His fingers kneaded her flesh gently, lifting and caressing in slow waves while his face moved in warm circles, as though he were trying to imprint the very essence of her softness onto his skin and become one with it.
"Oh, darling! So aggresive!"
The strange, rhythmic pressure felt like the most wonderful massage Maria had ever received.
Every time he pushed deeper, the firm weight against her stomach sent tingling sparks racing through her lower body, making her knees weak.
She had to steady herself by holding his head, biting her lip hard to keep from whimpering out loud.
Cassius, however, was far from satisfied. Like a hungry animal that had only tasted the first bite, he wanted more.
