NOAH
I tried to hold on to that last shred of anger, that flicker of resistance, but Cassian’s kiss was a force of nature, sweeping through like a storm I couldn’t outrun.
His mouth moved over mine with a hunger that bordered on desperation, his tongue delving deep, tasting every corner as if he owned it, as if he owned .
And god, in that mont, I wanted him to. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, my body arching up to et his even as my mind scread that this was too much, too fast, too everything.
But the questions from the car lingered in the back of my skull, gnawing at even as pleasure flooded my veins, what did he really want from ? Was this just another way to claim control, or was there sothing more buried under all that intensity?
He broke from my mouth eventually, but only to trail lower, his lips brushing my jaw in sharp, deliberate kisses that sent sparks racing down my spine.
Each one was precise, almost punishing, nipping at the sensitive skin just enough to make gasp.
He knew exactly where to press, where to linger, his breath hot against my ear as he moved to my neck, finding those spots he’d already mapped out in previous nights, the ones that made my toes curl and my resolve crumble.
I moaned without aning to, the sound escaping low and ragged, vibrating through my chest.
I couldn’t stop it, didn’t even try; it was imdiate, instinctive, my body betraying how desperately I craved this despite the emotional chaos swirling inside .
The lightheaded feeling started then, building as his weight pressed deeper into the mattress, his mouth a relentless force, the heat of him narrowing my world until there was nothing but him and the fire he ignited.
He continued down to my throat, sucking hard enough to draw blood to the surface, leaving marks I knew I’d have to hide tomorrow but couldn’t bring myself to care about now.
I was past the point of caring, lost in the way his teeth grazed my skin, the possessive pull of his lips that made feel claid, wanted, even as doubt whispered that this might all be temporary.
The vulnerability hit hard, here I was, bare and exposed under him, my heart pounding not just from lust but from the terrifying hope that he felt even a fraction of what I was starting to feel for him.
Moving lower still, Cassian’s mouth traveled down my chest, his hands pushing my arms above my head to keep spread open for him. He stopped at my nipple, his tongue flicking out to circle it slowly, teasing the hardened peak until I arched off the bed, a fresh wave of sensation crashing through .
I was always sensitive there, painfully so, and he knew it, exploited it with ruthless precision, sucking the bud into his mouth, biting gently just to hear whine.
My hands fisted in his hair, gripping tight as pleasure spiked hot and sharp, my cock twitching against his thigh, already leaking from the overload.
The conflict raged inside even then, did he want more from , or was I just a body to him, a convenient release after a long day? The thought twisted in my gut, making the pleasure bittersweet, but I couldn’t stop, couldn’t push him away when every touch felt like it was rewriting from the inside out.
Mid-pleasure, as his mouth worked over and my hips ground up seeking more friction, the question ca roaring back, cutting through the haze like a knife.
Even now, even like this, with his lips sealed around my nipple and his free hand pinning my wrist, I couldn’t escape it, does he want more from ? Is this more than physical for him? What did he really an in the car, before he shut down and told to forget it?
The conflict tore at , wanting so badly to know the answer, scared to death of what it might be. What if it wasn’t real? What if it was? Which would hurt more, the rejection or the risk of letting myself fall completely?
My breath hitched, not just from the sensation but from the ache in my chest, vulnerability flooding as surely as the lust.
One of Cassian’s hands moved then, releasing my wrist to cup my jaw instead, his thumb sliding across my lips in a slow, deliberate drag. I opened my mouth without thinking, automatic and eager, my lips parting to let him in.
His thumb slipped inside, pressing down on my tongue, and I sucked instinctively, closing my lips around it, my tongue working the pad in swirling motions. I didn’t even realize I was doing it at first, lost in the rhythm, the salty taste of his skin mixing with the lingering heat from his kiss.
A low, pleased sound rumbled from his chest against my skin, vibrating through as he continued teasing my nipple, the dual sensations making moan around his thumb, muffled and desperate.
I could feel my dick leaking more, the wetness pooling on my stomach, embarrassing evidence of how thoroughly he had unraveling, my body responding to him in ways that left exposed and aching for more.
Cassian leaned back suddenly, pulling away from my chest to sit back on his heels, his eyes raking over with dark hunger.
The towel was still barely clinging to my hips, a flimsy barrier, but he grabbed it and yanked it off completely, exposing fully, my cock hard and straining, flushed red and leaking onto my stomach in shiny trails.
The evidence was undeniable, humiliating in its honesty, and I felt my face heat even as desire pulsed through .
"Don’t look—" I tried to cover myself on instinct, hands moving down, but Cassian caught them easily, pinning them to my sides.
"Look at you," he said, not teasing but stating it like a fact, his voice rough with appreciation. "Already making a ss."
The words sent sha and lust twisting tighter in my gut, making throb harder under his gaze. I was exposed, vulnerable, my body betraying every secret want, and the emotional weight of it, the fear that this was all I was to him, made my chest tighten even as I ached for his touch.
Cassian’s hands moved to my hips then, gripping firm and pulling down the bed in one smooth motion, positioning exactly how he wanted.
He grabbed a pillow from the headboard and shoved it under my lower back, propping up, angling my hips higher. I blinked in confusion, not understanding yet, my mind still foggy from the overload.
"What are you, " I started, voice breathy and uncertain.
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he spread my legs wide, wider, his hands on my thighs pushing them apart, pinning them open with effortless strength.
The exposure was complete, everything on display, vulnerable and trembling under his gaze. My face burned crimson, a fresh wave of embarrassnt crashing over .
"Cassian—" I gasped, squirming slightly. "What are you doing—"
The movent was sudden, Cassian lowering his head between my legs, his breath hot against my most intimate skin. I didn’t process it fast enough, didn’t understand until I felt it: his tongue, hot and wet, pressing flat against my hole in a long, deliberate lick.
Oh god. Oh GOD.
My body jolted like I’d been electrocuted, a shock of pleasure so new, so intense it stole my breath.
"What—!" I couldn’t form words, the sensation completely foreign, overwhelming in its strangeness and raw intimacy. No one had ever done this to before, I’d never even thought about it, and the vulnerability of it hit like a freight train, lust and sha colliding in a dizzying rush.
But Cassian was thorough, as always, relentless in his precision. He licked again, his tongue flat and broad, then pointed and circling the rim, teasing the sensitive nerves until I was squirming, my hips jerking involuntarily.
Then his lips closed around the entrance, sucking gently, and I cried out, the pleasure sharp and strange and so fucking good it made my vision blur.
His hand wrapped around my dick at the sa ti, stroking slow and asured, a perfect counterpoint to the wet heat of his mouth, building the pressure in layers I couldn’t escape.
I was losing my mind, actively, completely losing it. My hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white, head thrown back as moans spilled out uncontrollably.
The pleasure was too intense, too constant, breaking down piece by piece until there was nothing left but sensation and the terrifying realization that no one else could do this to , no one but him.
I forced my head up, slow, trembling, making myself look down the length of my own body. Cassian’s dark head was nestled between my spread thighs, his face buried so completely that I could only see the glossy black strands of his hair shifting with every small movent.
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