When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 283

Chapter Two Hundred And Eighty–Three: I’m Going To Love You Slowly

Morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the master suite, filling the room in soft golds and warm ambers. Cassienne was still deep in sleep, her body curled on her side beneath the silk sheets, one hand resting protectively over the gentle swell of her belly.

Pregnancy had softened her edges in the most beautiful way–her skin glowed, her breasts were fuller and heavier, and even in repose she looked like a goddess carved from moonlight and desire.

Dreston lay beside her, propped on one elbow, his eyes tracing every line of her face as if committing her

to memory all over again.

He hadn’t slept much. How could he, when she was finally here, warm and real and carrying his child? The last weeks apart had been torture. Now she was back in his bed, and the sight of her made something beautiful uncoil low in his gut.

Her lashes fluttered. Those blue eyes opened, hazy with sleep, and found him instantly. A slow, sleepy smile curved her lips. “DT?” she whispered, voice husky from the night before.

That nickname–only she ever called him that–hit him like a spark to dry tinder. His gaze darkened, his pupils blowing wide with raw hunger. In a fast movement he rolled closer, careful not to put any weight on her belly, and captured her mouth in a kiss that was gentle.

It was deep, devouring, the kind that said ‘I missed you‘ and ‘I need you‘ and ‘you’re mine‘ all at once. His tongue stroked hers, slow and thorough, tasting the lingering sweetness of her mouth, something that was purely Cassienne.

She moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating against his chest, and he swallowed it greedily. One large hand slid down her side, over the curve of her hip, then back up to cup the heavy weight of her breast. His thumb brushed the sensitive nipple and she arched with a gasp.

“Careful,” he murmured against her lips, voice rough. “You’re carrying our baby. I’m going to love you slowly… but I’m not going to stop until you’re screaming my name.”

She shivered at the promise, her fingers threading into his hair. “Then don’t stop, DT. Please.”

He kissed her again, deeper this time, while his hand continued its worship. He palmed her breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers until it pebbled tight. Then he broke the kiss to trail his mouth down her throat, sucking lightly at the pulse point before moving lower. When his lips closed around her nipple, she cried out, back bowing off the mattress.

Pregnancy had made her breasts exquisitely sensitive; every pull of his mouth sent electricity straight to her core. He sucked harder, tongue flicking, while his hand kneaded the other breast with reverent pressure–never too rough, always mindful of the life growing inside her.

“DT… oh God…” Her voice was already breaking.

He switched sides, lavishing the same attention on her other nipple until both were glistening and flushed. Only then did he continue downward, pressing open–mouthed kisses over the swell of her belly.

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He lingered there, whispering against her skin, “I love you both so much,” before settling between her thighs.

Cassienne’s legs fell open for him instinctively. He hooked one knee over his shoulder, keeping the other splayed wide but supported on the mattress so she stayed comfortable. His first lick was slow, deliberate, dragging the flat of his tongue from her entrance to her swollen clit.

She jerked, a broken moan tearing from her throat. He did it again, then again, savoring the taste of her arousal like a man starved. When he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked gently, her hands fisted

the sheets.

“DT–yes-”

He worked her with devastating patience, two fingers sliding inside her slick heat, curling just right against that spot that made her see stars. He pumped them slowly, steadily, while his tongue circled and flicked her clit.

Her hips rocked against his face in tiny, desperate movements, but he kept her anchored with one hand on her thigh. The orgasm built fast and hard; she came with a sharp cry, thighs trembling around his ears, his name spilling from her lips like a prayer.

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