When Iris told him that she didn’t really wear dresses in the districts, Cas couldn’t help but think that was probably a good thing. She was more beautiful than she seemed to realize, and he wouldn’t have been at all surprised if some of the men in the rebellion had noticed too. While he would never perpetuate her insecurities, it was lucky for him that she hadn’t taken advantage of the fact that she could have any man she wanted if she tried. Of course, she had technically been with Ethan when they had met, but he didn’t really count that. Her ex was one of the most condescending, manipulative people he’d ever seen. Silently, he vowed to treat her much better than that scumbag ever did, because she deserved to be made to feel special.

The way she clutched at his shirt and then slipped her hands underneath the thin fabric made him shudder, and a grin crossed his lips as she whispered suggestively into his ear. He supposed anyone who thought he’d booked the suite to have a secret affair wasn’t that far off their mark after all. Although he hadn’t been thinking of Iris when he’d first made the call to the resort, it hadn’t taken more than twenty minutes after they’d arrived before he’d almost forgotten about the fight with his father completely. It was difficult to think about anything else when he was tangled with her on the sofa, alone with nothing and no one around to distract them.

When she moved in again, he kissed her deeply and leaned into her, using his weight to push her back onto the couch until he was hovering over her. Her rough touch was exciting, different than what he was used to in the best of ways. He’d had zealous make out sessions with women in the past, but the high borns he’d dated had always been overly careful with him, nervous to do something “wrong” or injure him because he was the crown prince. So, when he felt her nails press into his chest, his heart fluttered wildly in response. It wasn’t so much that he was a masochist as it was that he liked that she didn’t hold back with him. Between them, there was no underlying fear about saying or doing anything wrong. Knowing that also made him more eager to take things further.

As he pressed his lips against hers, he ran his hands down her sides under he found the bottom of her black dress. He pulled back from the kiss briefly to slide the garment up over her body and then her head, letting it fall carelessly to the floor before he sought her lips again. [color=#b97703]“I love you, Iris,”[/color] he breathed in between kisses, gripping her bare, supple waist firmly in his hand. There was still a faint twinge of nervousness in the pit of his stomach, since they were approaching territory he’d never explored with anyone else before, but it was quickly being drowned out by his desire for her. The feeling of her soft lips on his and her hot flesh beneath his fingertips drove him crazy and desperate for more.