The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 3

**TITLE: Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest**
**Chapter 3**

**Gemma**

My thoughts swirl in a haze of ecstasy, making it nearly impossible to focus. “I don’t know,” I manage to gasp, my breath hitching as he continues to tease me with his touch. “I don’t want to know.”

His teeth graze my ear, a delicate bite that sends a shockwave of mixed pleasure and pain radiating straight to my core.

“None,” he asserts, his tone resolute. “When I make a vow, I keep it.”

None. Is he being serious? The idea that this man, this enigmatic figure who stands before me, could truly uphold such a promise to a woman he does not love leaves me reeling.

“Now tell me,” he growls again, his voice low and commanding. “I want to hear you say that you need me to fuck you.”

“Yes,” I breathe out, the sensations coursing through me overwhelming everything else in my mind. “I need it!”

In that moment, I feel utterly lost. His fingers work their magic, igniting a fire within me, yet there’s an insatiable craving that stirs deep inside. I yearn for more—so much more.

When he suddenly withdraws his hand, a whimper of protest escapes my lips, a sound I can’t suppress.

He rises, striding toward his room, and for a fleeting moment, confusion washes over me. But then, he returns, a small packet in his hand. With a swift motion, he tears it open with his teeth, and anticipation tightens in my chest.

Slowly, his gaze remains locked on mine as he rolls it on. My breath quickens as he climbs back over me, the weight of him igniting an intoxicating thrill.

I can feel him at my entrance, and the head of his cock feels like so much more than his fingers ever did. I’m ravenous for it, longing to feel him fill me completely.

I arch my back, instinctively opening myself to him, allowing just the tip to breach the threshold.

Cassian curses softly, and I sense the struggle within him as he fights to maintain control. But I don’t want him to hold back; I crave the wild abandon that matches my own.

He seizes my wrists, pinning them down against the bed, and a thrill of exhilaration shoots through me. I relish the sensation, the power dynamic that makes my heart race.

“If you’re really a virgin, this is going to hurt you,” he warns, his voice strained, teeth gritted as he speaks.

“I am,” I whisper, my heart pounding in my chest. “But I trust you, Cassian. I know you’ll make sure I feel more pleasure than pain.”

I see the flicker of surprise in his eyes, but it’s quickly replaced by a determination that drives him forward.

He eases himself inside me, inch by agonizing inch. The initial sting of pain is undeniable, but as I tense, he pauses, his breath hitching. “Fuck, you were a virgin.”

Is he truly surprised?

Then he lowers his head, taking my nipple into his mouth, and I feel myself becoming wetter, needier than ever.

He pushes deeper, deeper still. The burn of stretching is intense, but the sensation of being filled by him is exquisite, a paradox of pleasure and pain that I can endure.

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