Warrior Training System-Chapter 479: A Handsome seat (R-18)

Katherine and Cassian were both breathing hard, unable to pull away from each other—mouths pressed together, lips and tongues meeting with soft, wet sounds. She had already sent her two servants away, along with the kitten, claiming she needed one of Cassian’s "massages."

Ravees had understood exactly what kind she meant. Disgust flickered in her eyes, but she kept silent. It wasn’t a servant’s place to comment.

Even if they noticed, neither Katherine nor Cassian cared. Their hands were already exploring bare skin—hers sliding over his waist, feeling the firm lines of his abdomen, his slipping up her thighs beneath her skirt, palms meeting warm, soft flesh.

"I missed you a lot, my lady," Cassian murmured, lowering his face to her neck. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Katherine gasped softly as his warm breath brushed her skin, a quiet moan escaping when he kissed and sucked at her throat, breathing her in.

"I missed your scent too," he whispered.

She drew her legs around him, holding him close as Cassian steadied her. Katherine lifted his face from her neck, meeting his eyes with a wide, unguarded smile.

"I missed you too," she said softly.

She kissed him again—slow, deep—then let her lips trail along his jaw and down his chin. Cassian laughed under his breath.

"Really?" he asked. "How much?"

"A lot," she replied, brushing kisses along his neck while her hands slid over his back, his shirt already undone.

"I wanna suck you..." she added, her voice low and needy.

Cassian chuckled, a crooked smirk forming. "What a coincidence," he said lazily. "So do I."

That made Katherine freeze, staring at him in open surprise."...You wanna suck yourself too?" she asked, genuinely unsure.

Cassian laughed. "No—I meant I want to eat you out too," he said, which made her laugh as well.

"And Before that," she replied, breathless, "I think these clothes need to come off."

Katherine didn’t waste a second. She slipped out of her clothes quickly, confidently, like she’d been waiting for this moment. Cassian watched without hiding his appreciation, his gaze following every movement.

What caught his eye most was the moment she slipped off her bra, then eased out of her panties, leaving them caught for a second before they fell away. The closeness carried her scent to him, and the sight of her bare body made his pulse quicken—he didn’t even try to hide how badly he wanted her. A beat later, he started pulling off his own clothes, not wanting anything between them anymore.

Katherine helped him, but her patience snapped the moment she saw him fully bare—his body broader, harder, more muscular than she remembered. She leaned in and pressed her mouth to his upper chest, sucking softly, unable to stop herself, while her hand slid down and wrapped around his hard length.

Cassian, just as impatient, caught her face and pulled her up, his hands immediately finding the generous swell of her chest, squeezing firmly as he kissed her hard. Katherine stroked him slowly, feeling how hot, how solid, how big he was—so much that she needed both hands to move along his length. She guided him closer, rubbing the sensitive head against her damp mound, her breath hitching at the sensation.

"Your ass feels so good in my hands..." Cassian said, squeezing her after lingering on her chest. It was soft and full, heavy in the best way—slightly loose, wide enough to fill his palms perfectly.

Katherine smirked, clearly pleased. "It’d feel even better on your face..."

Cassian’s smile widened instantly. "You turn me on so much," he admitted.

She met his gaze with those mischievous yellow eyes—an expression she’d never worn for anyone else. It only made him harder, his attention sliding from her beautiful face down to her breasts, and then lower—where her long fingers stroked him slowly, the head pressed into her soft curls.

Unable to wait any longer, Cassian quickly lay back, his eyes never leaving her."Take a seat... my lady," he said, a faint grin on his lips as he offered himself up.

Katherine smirked, completely unbothered by the intimacy of the moment, and swung a leg over him without hesitation. She didn’t wait for his hands to guide her—just as she’d promised, she lowered herself, pressing down and burying his face beneath her as a soft moan slipped from her lips.

She didn’t even wait for Cassian to grab her—just as she’d said, she took a seat on his face, burying him between her cheeks and letting out a soft moan. Cassian had already opened his mouth in time, and the moment her folds pressed against him, he began sucking hungrily. His eyes catching sight of the other entrance opening invitingly in front of him, and his finger moved toward it without hesitation.

All the while, Cassian kept working her with his lips, slow and relentless. Katherine’s mouth watered as her eyes dropped to his length—it was big, and when she stroked it, it twitched, sending a matching shiver through her throat. Saliva gathered on her tongue, and she let it spill freely, coating him with her lips as she slid down one side before rising again, her hand never leaving the sensitive head as she continued to stroke it.

The weight of her full breasts resting on Cassian’s stomach was another source of pleasure, layered on top of everything happening against his face and between her hands. The view alone—Katherine’s hips spread, her flushed, damp folds framed by red curls—was something no one else would ever be allowed to see, let alone touch. That thought made it even more intoxicating for him.

And yet, there was one regret gnawing at him. He wished he could see her face too. The sounds she made and the sensations she was giving him felt like a slow, exquisite torture, made worse only by the fact that he couldn’t watch her expression as she did it.

She was wild—she’d already slicked him with her saliva, and now she took him into her mouth lower down, lips stretched wide as she sucked eagerly. Her beautiful face looked shameless and vulgar like that, her eyes half-lidded, rolling slightly as she focused entirely on him. Her hands were wet with saliva too, stroking steadily, even rubbing him against her cheek as she tried to give him as much pleasure as she possibly could. She didn’t care how hungry or dirty it made her look—didn’t care if she seemed desperate, obsessed, or completely lost in him. She was.

And a part of her wished someone could see her like this—her mouth wrapped around him, her body pressed down over his face at the same time. She rocked her hips back and forth deliberately, pushing herself closer, knowing he wouldn’t mind—knowing he’d enjoy it even more.

Cassian did.