Easton paused for a second, then he couldn't help feeling a bit giddy. Seeing the ointment in her hand made him even happier. He thought, 'Cassidy showing up here, does it mean she cares about me? Even though she didn't know if I was hurt, she still brought ointment for me and even came to my room early to put it on me.'
Seeing the grin on his face, Cassidy teased him, "Easton, seriously? How old are you? Fighting with someone much younger than you? If I hadn't stepped in, how long were you planning to keep brawling?"
Easton let out a self-deprecating laugh. In that moment, provoked by Owen, he had lost all sense of reason and could only think of settling things with his fists. Owen, having trained as well, had quickly retaliated, which only fueled his anger further, leading him to instinctively grapple with Owen.
They had both been practicing combat techniques for a long time, but Easton, being older, had more experience.
If Cassidy hadn't stepped in, he might have seriously hurt Owen. At that moment, he wasn't thinking straight; his only goal was to use his fists to make Owen understand that Cassidy was his girl.
Now, with Cassidy questioning him, he couldn't help but find it ridiculous that he had fought an 18-year-old.
But Easton didn't feel any anger from her teasing; instead, he smiled and walked towards Cassidy. "If you're so mad at me, then why did you come here?"
Cassidy glared at him, not believing he didn't know why she came. "Come over here and sit down." She moved aside, signaling Easton to sit next to her.
Easton obediently sat down, facing her sideways.
Cassidy helped him take off his shirt, revealing a thin undershirt through which she could clearly see the contours of his muscles and the bruises on his body.
She frowned deeply; she had anticipated that their fight had been intense, but she hadn't expected Easton to have so many bruises.
"Does it hurt?" She carefully avoided the bruises and looked up to ask Easton.
Easton was amused by her frown. "Don't worry, these are just minor injuries."
Cassidy knew he was telling the truth; the Cooper family was involved in many dangerous ventures, and Ashton had sustained severe injuries.
Cassidy often felt scared while tending to his wounds. Easton, as the most capable heir, had also faced significant dangers and injuries. Hence, his wounds from fighting Owen were nothing to him. Moreover, Easton was more ruthless, making Owen's injuries undoubtedly worse.
Cassidy sighed inwardly and took off his last shirt.
The cold ointment was applied to his body, and she gently spread it with her fingertips, pressing with her palm. The bruises were mostly concentrated on his abdomen, so Cassidy had to lower her head to apply the ointment.
She had just taken a bath before going to the garden, and the servant had notified her in a hurry, so she had hastily put on a dress.
Earlier in the garden, their attention had been on the fight and argument, so no one had noticed what Cassidy was wearing.
But now with only them in the room, Easton could clearly smell the sweet scent of her bath, and her hastily put-on dress, with its soft fabric, clung tightly to her body, outlining her figure.
When Easton lowered his head, he could see her beautiful nape and the perfect curve of her back.
As Cassidy applied ointment to Easton's wounds, she scolded him and warned him not to argue with Owen again. His Adam's apple moved slowly and he could hardly hear Cassidy's words. He responded absentmindedly, his eyes only focusing on her exposed skin.
Cassidy finally finished applying the ointment and realized Easton hadn't been paying attention to her at all. She looked up, ready to ask where his mind had wandered, but before she could, Easton pulled her into his arms. The ointment slipped from her hands and hit the floor.
She looked into his eyes and saw the desire burning in them. They stayed like that, locked in a silent stare.
Easton leaned in and kissed her. Cassidy couldn't help but shiver, instinctively clutching her dress.
Easton lifted her dress, moved aside her bra, and started kneading her breasts with both hands, then lowered his head to suck on her erect nipples roughly.
Feeling her body go numb from his sucking, Cassidy let out a soft moan. She wanted to push him away but her body betrayed her, arching towards him and allowing him to take in more of her breasts.
Easton caressed her body, his rough fingertips moving from her thigh to her groin, his knuckles probing into her pussy, which was already wet.
Easton laid her on the bed, pressing his fingertips against her engorged clitoris, then lowered his head to envelop her entire wet fold with his mouth. His tongue swept inside, licking away her fluids, sucking on her labia heavily, and occasionally flicking her engorged clit with his tongue.
Before long, Cassidy screamed, her body trembling, and a stream of juice gushed out.
Easton took off his pants, guiding his hard cock straight inside.
Cassidy cried out as he entered, her legs pressed into an M shape. Easton gripped her waist, thrusting deeply and heavily, with fast and fierce speed.
After dozens of thrusts, Cassidy clung to his neck, trembling as she climaxed.
Easton gasped as her contracting vagina squeezed him. He pulled out, flipped her over, and entered her from behind. He adjusted Cassidy's legs, thrusting a few times before pressing her waist and back down, then began thrusting forcefully. The pleasure was so intense that she couldn't help but cry out.
Hearing her moans, Easton became even more aroused. He pounded her heavily for dozens of thrusts, each one harder and faster than the last, until she was screaming and crying, her lower abdomen contracting and trembling.
Easton was overwhelmed by the tightness of her vagina, gasping as he ejaculated inside her.
Cassidy thought it was over, but Easton pulled her into his arms, changing their positions. He leaned his back against the bed, panting. "Cassidy, you move." As he spoke, he thrust his hips forcefully, causing Cassidy to moan loudly; the depth and intensity of the pleasure were overwhelming.
Gripping her waist, Easton lifted her slightly and then pulled her back down, breathlessly commanding, "Faster."
Cassidy moved up and down, but her pace was too slow for him. Unable to hold back, Easton thrust upwards, and soon she was clutching his neck, screaming in ecstasy as she had an orgasm. Her cum coated his penis as he breathed heavily with a sense of satisfaction. Gripping her buttocks firmly, he vigorously thrust several more times before finally ejaculating inside her.
Easton held her slender back, gently kissing her lips, his breath hot and voice hoarse. "Cassidy, I want to die on you."
Such straightforward words made Cassidy's already flushed face even redder. She hit him lightly. "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"Don't you believe me?" Easton held her hand, kissing her fingers, his predatory eyes fixed on her. "For the rest of your life, you have to stay by my side."