3rd person pov

Cassius sighed as he looked at his little monster that was raging more than him. He knew there was no way he would be able to sleep like that.. He wanted her in her arms, under his body.

But he also knew that with Killian being here it was not at all possible.

But that did not mean he would let it go. He stood up and moved towards the bathroom. His steps were stomping and his face was gritting. It was clear that he was very frustrated and Marianne chuckled.

He turned back and looked at her with clenched jaws but then continued to move towards the bathroom.

Marianne was sure the sound of his feet was muffled by the soft carpet of his anger could have been heard afar.

She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. On the other side, Cassius laid down in the bathtub. And closed his eyes, he did his best to feel the coldness around his body, so that the heat dissipated but it was not working. He moved his hand in his hair in frustration, and jerked back. His back hitting the walls of the tub. But he was still feeling the heat. He closed his eyes, hoping that he would think about other things, but all he could see was her.

These days he was going crazy. As if he was spellbound by her. All he could think about was her, her eyes, her flaring up, her comments. Her smile, her body.

"Damn it" he was there to control himself yet her thoughts were making him further crazy.

He wanted to make himself relaxed because he did n9ot want to use his hands. From the date she had used her hands to tame his monster, he did not feel good when he touched himself.

he had tried to relieve himself the day he had shared heat with her and touched her core. It was so hard yet she was sleeping so he was tired, but it did not work out, it did not feel good at all. He wanted her hands to be there.

After what felt like an eternity he continued to move in the pool and count numbers to get his brain distracted that he felt his little monster was silent now.

So, he walked out of the pool and went back in, taking a towel from the rack.

He used the towel to dry his hair and move, but his clothes were still wet and water was dripping from them, making the whole carpet wet in the process.

When Marianne heard the voice, she opened her eyes to see if he was fine now, but what she saw made her gulp.

Cassius was standing there wet, his shirt was clung to him, giving her a perfect view of his body.

His body was just too perfect., like a sculpture, intricately woven by the gods.

Marianne's throat ran dry as she looked at him but the same was true for the man.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her sleeping posture had made the thin steps fall at one side and even if he did not want to, he could see her cleavage poking out of the gown, he wanted to touch them, to such them and to do much more to her.

Yet he decides to ignore but then she does something he was not selecting.

Marianne who was looking at him suddenly felt thirsty and her throat turned dry so to make herself feel better she licked her lips, as she continued looking at the man who was standing there in wet clothes that were gluning to his body.

"Marianne, i think i need some clothes to wear" he whispers and she nodded.

Without taking her eyes off him, she stood up and walked towards the closet. But even after rummaging around, she was not able to find any cloth that belonged to him, everything was hers.

"Cassius, I do not think that your clothes are here. I think they are where you take baths." she mumbled, and the man nodded.

``Then I shall call the maids." he said and she shook her head.

"Wait, you can not go out like this. I will go and call them." she replied and moved towards the door.

But her steps were hasty and the marble floor was wet. Her legs slipped and she fell straight towards the back.

Cassius was just standing a few steps away, got shocked and ran towards her to stop her from falling but in urgency all he could get hold of was her flimsy gown. He held it tight, but the force was too much for the gown and it tore. The clothes were torn from the middle showing her red bra and all he could see was red.

He looked shocked at the small straps that were hardly covering her mounds. It was tight and her mounds were pushed upwards giving it such a sensuous look that all his hard work of hours to make his raging monster silent and asleep wasted.

It raged in his cage and demanded to be taken out.

Marianne who had got her balance back was standing there dumbstruck. How just how could this happen with her?! Her hands instinctively moved towards her chest to cover her body but that only pressed her mounds further and he gulped.

She took a step back and turned but all he saw was her bare back that was no less than her breasts. He had to agree that she had taken great care of her body. It was more than just perfect. Her sexy backbone and thin waist made him itch to get rid of that tiny strap that was still there.

Cassius continued to feast on her visuals when she felt awkward, and turned back. it was not like this was the first time he had seen her, with that thought she got the courage to face him.