Free The Test by Ava Claire

love you, Cassandra. Even if I found some
way to put the universe in the palm of your hand, it wouldn’t be
nearly enough. I’ll never be able to truly show you how much you
mean to me--but I’ll spend the rest of my life trying.”
     

 
     
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    My heart raced in my chest as he led me to
the bedroom. Wanting to please him, just wanting him , I
pulled off my shirt and shimmied out of my leggings.
    Even though I wanted to see the desire, the
love burning in his gaze, I averted my own, kneeling in my bra and
underwear. Becoming the submissive.
    "What are you doing?"
    I blinked up at him. "I thought this was what
you wanted." I swallowed. "What you needed."
    His fingertips were a whisper against my skin
as he helped me back up. “What I want is you. Just as you are.”
    I licked my lips, a flutter in my groin as he
followed the path of my tongue with his eyes then traced the curve
with his thumb. The quiver of his touch made my pulse quicken and I
stepped closer, wanting to melt into him. Still, there was a part
of me that wanted to honor his identity.
    “But you’re dominant,” I said hesitantly.
    He confirmed it by claiming my lips without
another word. I moaned into his mouth and the sound only
intensified his onslaught. His tongue was ravenous, flicking over
every surface. He pulled back after he got his fill, eyes flashing.
Damn if I wouldn’t do anything for him when he looked at me like I
was his sun. His moon.
    I cleared my throat and tried to snuff out
the need to unbuckle his jeans, strip him of his shirt and just
feel him. All of him. “If you need me to submit--”
    “Tonight, I’m not a Dominant and you’re not
my student,” he said tersely, shedding his clothes with an urgency
that proved he was just as starved for me as I was for him. “I just
want to have my way with you, Cass.” He paused, his beautiful chest
heaving. “Is that alright?”
    Delicious tingles raced up and down my body
as I threw my arms around his neck. His response was cupping my
bottom, pulling my body upward. I wrapped my legs around his waist,
clinging to him as a whirlwind of lust spun wild, erotic, and hot
around the two of us.
    He reclaimed my mouth with a groan. He kissed
me like it was our last one; kissed me like he was making up for
all the kisses that should have been ours.
    I slid back onto his bed, the sheets like
fingers dragging along my fevered skin. I wasn't demure, not
tonight. I spread my legs wide, feeling the cool kiss of air
against the juices gushing from deep inside. His moan reverberated
from the back of his throat, humming from his being and wasted no
time either, lunging onto the bed with passion etched across his
intense features.
    I saw the struggle in his gaze, the
simultaneous need to ravage me battling with concern; wanting to
put my needs first. It was terribly sweet, Hallmark card
worthy--but the last thing I was thinking about was cute poems and
cartoon drawings of hearts. I wanted...I wanted...
    “Don’t be gentle,” I gave a voice to the lust
raging inside of me, turning me molten. “I don’t want you to be
gentle.”
    The side of his mouth curved deliciously.
“Good.”
    I spread my legs wide, not even caring about
foreplay, thinking only of the massive bulge he was holding. But I
didn’t felt the veiny length, gasping instead when I felt the warm,
moist touch of his tongue.
    He made a hot trail up one side of me then
down the other, the wetness erasing my crazy talk. How could I have
even entertained the idea of not experiencing his mouth?
    His tongue dove between my folds, taking me
to the edge before drawing me from the precipice. He swirled around
the sensitive joining of skin, breathlessly close to my bundle of
nerves, then taking measure of me with long, wet strides. When he
finally claimed it, I let out a scream, instinctively clamping a
hand over my mouth. When I remembered we weren’t in his office, not
somewhere hiding was necessary, I dropped it back to the