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"Cassian!”

"Not good enough?"

"Wait!”

"My finger?"

"I need more data!" I squeal with laughter. "More data! Cassian!"

My scream carries in the air as he tosses me upward and into the pool without a second thought. I land with a large splash. Water closes over me like a cool blanket and the chill is amazing against my heated skin.

Before I can gather myself and swim for the surface, strong arms encircle me, and I'm rushing upward, breaking through the surface of the water with a wet gasp of laughter.

"Ah." Cassian grins, pressing his wet lips to my cheek. "You need more data, huh? Is that what you were saying?"

"I hate you," I gasp, cupping his damp cheek. "Oh, my God, I hate you!"

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CASSIAN

Her laughter rings in my ears as I draw her into my arms and press kisses all over her damp face. The coolness of the water does wonders for the tired ache in my hip and the lingering spasms from my orgasm, but I'm not finished.

Our mouths collide and Sabina's arms cling to my shoulders, gripping tightly as I pick her up and move her through the water. We approach the side but neither of us lets go until I've guided her against the edge of the pool.

"Oh, my God," she pants. "You've ruined my clothes!" Her top and skirt cling to her body as she moves through the water until she places one hand on the edge of the pool. It's then that I take a deep breath, kiss her, and then dip underneath the water.

A quiet calmness settles over me as I swim down far enough to catch Sabina's swaying legs and slip them over my shoulders. Even through the closeness of the water blocking out all sights and sounds from the world around me, her delighted squeal still reaches me and she closes her thighs around my head. It's not enough to stop me though. I cup the gorgeous curve of her ass with both hands and draw her pussy against my face once more, intent on dragging another orgasm out of her before I run out of air.

Luckily, she's oversensitive from her two previous orgasms, and the first stroke of my tongue sends her into a full-body shudder. The silkiness of her pussy is amplified in the water and I bury myself as close as I can get, kissing and licking every available inch of her. Sabina's swollen clit constantly catches on my tongue and the heat pouring from her is enough to make me melt inside.

I want this forever.

It's selfish.

There's no telling how the reality of things will settle on her once she's had ample time to process everything, but I want this. I want her. I want to hear her giggles and her squeals, want to see her smile because of me, want to live with her taste on my tongue and her fingers threaded through mine.

Such intense feelings fuel my passion as I eat her out slowly but carefully, focusing on her clit as much as I can even as my lungs start to burn from lack of air. As luck would have it, Sabina's sensitive enough that it doesn't take long for her to coil up like a snake and then tremble apart as her third orgasm rushes out of her and turns her legs to jelly against my shoulders.

One more satisfied lick and I free myself from her. The moment I break the surface with a desperate, ragged gasp for air, her arms wind around my shoulders and she pants alongside me while kissing the water droplets from my chin.

"Oh, my God," she groans softly. "That was fast. I feel numb and tingly all at the same time."

"Good, though?" I ask once I've caught my breath.

"Yeah." She nods and cups my cheek, gazing up at me with eyes rimmed with diamonds as the water clings to her lashes. "This was… so intense."

"It's easy to match your passion," I reply, and I gently cover her mouth with my own.

"Sure," Sabina groans.

"I mean it." The kiss breaks and I dip in the water so I can scoop her up into my arms, bridal style. "You're the most passionate woman I know."

"Are you saying that because I'm a chef? That's kind of stereotypical, y'know."

"Not just because of that." The sensation of weightlessness caused by the water fades quickly as I reach the steps and carry Sabina out of the pool. Water clings to my legs and drags down the fabric of her clothes, but the air remains warm. "You have a passion for everything. That's how my crush started."

Sabina tenses ever so slightly. "It was?"