'Ahhh, what's with him?' Kirja thought, irritated. Sure, Circle Warriors had strong wills — but Cassian was just a First Circle. Strong, maybe, but not that strong. No man should be able to hold back this long. Any normal one would've already given in after minutes of this. With this much grinding — even through clothes — most would've come undone. Just the feel of a woman's ass pressing and rubbing like that should've been enough.
But Cassian stayed hard — steady, in control, unmoving. No release, no weakness. Kirja, disgusted and exhausted, felt a strange heat of her own building up. The mix of frustration and the thought that he might not even be aroused was starting to dig into her pride.
She was just about to snap and ask if he was a damn eunuch — because if this didn't get him in the mood, nothing would — when she heard someone clear their throat. Her eyes flicked up, and she froze. The frustration vanished, replaced by a cold rush of disbelief.
