The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 79

**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest**
**Chapter 79**

**Gemma**

Cassian remains still, his gaze fixed away from the door. “Leave whatever you have. We’ll retrieve it shortly.”

“Yes, sir,” the servant replies from the other side, the sound of his retreating footsteps echoing in the quiet room.

As the door closes, I feel the weight of the moment settle heavily in my chest. My breaths come in quick, shallow gasps, a frantic rhythm that betrays the chaos in my mind.

What am I doing? Is this really the right choice?

But then, Cassian’s fingers entwine with mine, a gentle yet firm guidance that leads my hand back to his lower abdomen. My fingertips glide over his warm skin, igniting a spark of daring within me.

“Don’t stop,” he urges, his voice low and insistent.

This time, it feels more like a command, and the thrill of knowing I have such an effect on him sends a rush of excitement coursing through me.

With a newfound boldness, I slip my fingers into the waistband of his pants, pulling them down with a swift motion. They tumble to the floor, leaving him clad only in his boxer briefs.

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**Chapter 79**

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Standing before me in just his underwear, I can’t help but feel a surge of desire. I want those gone too.

With determination, I tug them down, freeing him completely. In that moment, without a second thought, I grasp his hips and pull him closer, my tongue tracing a path from base to tip.

Cassian emits a primal sound, a deep growl that reverberates through the air. In an instant, he flips the dynamic, pressing me back down onto the bed. His body is a weight of heat and desire, our skin touching in a way that sends shivers down my spine.

The only barrier separating us is my soaked panties, a testament to how desperately I crave him.

“I’m supposed to take my time tonight,” he murmurs, a teasing edge in his voice. “But you’re making that quite the challenge.”

I can’t help but smirk up at him, my confidence flaring. “What’s wrong? Can’t handle a little challenge?”

He responds by flexing his hips against me, and the smirk on my face morphs into a gasp of sheer pleasure.

“Of course I can,” he retorts, a playful glint in his eyes. “I just never anticipated that the challenge would come from you. I like this side of you… wife.”

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I bare my teeth in a playful snarl, fully aware that he knows I’m eager to push this further. Yet, he flexes his hips again, and again, the rhythm sending my thoughts spiraling away into blissful oblivion.

Suddenly, he flips me onto my side, pulling my back against his chest. A part of me wants to protest the loss of his weight on top of me, but his arms wrap around me possessively. One hand cups my breast, pinching my nipple just enough to elicit a gasp from my lips.

The other hand slides down my stomach, slipping beneath the fabric of my panties.

His fingers find their way between my legs, locating my clit with expert precision. I cry out, the sound escaping me as he circles it while pinching my nipple, the combination sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

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