Pulled Cassie Into His Arms

And she shivers from the pleasurable sensation.

She closes her eyes. It's disarming, that surprising gentleness of his. She knows she should feel violated—and she does—but she also feels oddly cherished.

With her eyes closed, she pretends that this is just a dream. A dark fantasy, like the kind she sometimes has late at night. It makes it more palatable, the fact that she is letting him do this to her.

One of his hands is now on her buttocks, kneading the soft flesh. His other hand is travelling up her belly, her rib cage. He reaches for her breasts and cups the left one in his palm, squeezing it lightly. Her nipples are already hard, and his touch feels good, almost soothing.

She continues to keep her eyes shut as he rolls her onto her back. He's partially on top of her, but most of his weight is resting on the bed. He doesn't want to crush her, she realizes, and she feels grateful.