"Mind telling who this Salavador Klassen is?" Cassian asked, his finger tracing along Kirja’s uncomfortable expression as they sat in the cramped cabin, her back turned to him.
"He’s well-known around here," she said, trying to move her face away from his touch. "A mage... and the captain of the two rchant ships we’re on."
Cassian watched her, clearly enjoying the reaction.
If soone had to describe her, they’d say her features were a bit sharp, almost slightly masculine. Her blonde hair was shaved on the sides, while the middle ran long toward the back, braided—giving her a bold, striking edge. But her greyish eyes and pale skin, dotted with a few freckles, softened that look, making her seem unexpectedly cute in monts like this.
Even now, despite her discomfort at his inappropriate touch, there was a faint blush on her face.
"A mage..." Cassian said, a bit surprised. "What rank?"
"The sa as Lady Brigid—a Solvaris," she replied. Then she turned away, a hint of anger in her voice. "And don’t get the wrong idea. I’m only putting up with this... degenerate behavior so you won’t drag my sister into it. Don’t ever think I enjoy any of this."
Cassian frowned slightly, a bit disappointed. He preferred it when both sides actually enjoyed things.
"Well, if you don’t want to, I can’t force it," he said, though inwardly he smirked. From his experience with many won, one thing he was confident about—he was a sexual genius. No woman forgot him once he’d given them a taste of pleasure.
Kirja looked relieved for a mont, thinking he was going to stop—but that feeling vanished when his hands moved down from her face to grab her breasts as he added, "But that doesn’t an I won’t be enjoying it..."
Her expression twisted into disgust as she turned back to look at him. "Scumbag... don’t you feel any guilt forcing into this?"
Cassian chuckled lightly. "You won’t believe , but I do..." he said, gesturing for her to turn around.
She did, though her displeasure was obvious, wrapping her legs around his waist as he continued, "I do feel guilty... so much that it makes afraid about the afterlife, like I might go to hell, This is a sin, after all..."
"Then why do you do it?" she asked, confused, because he actually sounded sincere about it being a sin.
Cassian grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, making her let out a small yelp of surprise. "Because you’re just that damn hot," he said. "I don’t mind getting fried in oil in the afterlife..."
He said that as he leaned in and began sucking on her neck, drawing a soft moan from her. Even in that mont, though, Cassian knew he was going against his own beliefs—the principle that he should never be forced into doing sothing he didn’t want to do.
And now, he was doing exactly that to soone else.
Still, he convinced himself it was fine. You couldn’t have things both ways, he thought. Maybe it wasn’t even a real principle to begin with—just sothing he believed in the heat of the mont.
What he truly wanted was freedom—to do whatever he wished. To be just selfish enough to get what he wanted, yet kind enough that people wouldn’t start taking him for granted.
Now fully aware that no matter what she said, Cassian wouldn’t stop, Kirja just wanted to get it over with. "Just... finish it quickly," she muttered.
"I can’t just get it done like that... it takes ti," Cassian replied, sounding almost offended. He pulled his face away from her neck, but his hands were still moving, slipping beneath her clothes and tracing along her bare back.
"If you want to finish quickly, then at least get a bit involved too... kiss or sothing," Cassian said as he started lifting her shirt, a little surprised to find sothing more normal underneath—a simple cotton bra that fit her well. But normal didn’t interest him much, and he moved to unhook it as well.
Kirja didn’t stop him. She just looked annoyed, her gaze dropping as he stared at her chest with clear lust.
"Will you really be done if I get involved?" she asked as his hands squeezed her breasts, her lips tightening slightly as she held herself back.
Cassian nodded. "Yeah... as soon as I finish, you’re free to push away—for today... if you want..."
She looked troubled but still nodded. Grabbing Cassian’s face quickly, she pulled him into a kiss, closing her eyes as if she didn’t want to see him.
Cassian found it a bit amusing as he returned the kiss. It wasn’t very responsive—she was just pressing her lips against his rather stiffly. He ended up guiding her, easing her into it as he deepened the kiss, coaxing her to suck his lips while he sucked hers.
And of course, Kirja wasn’t inexperienced—she knew how to kiss. She just hadn’t wanted to kiss Cassian like that. But now that things had gone this far, she didn’t hesitate anymore. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, her hands gripping his face as she pulled him closer.
Her legs tightened around him as well, while his hands moved down to her hips. He lifted her slightly, guiding her onto his lap as the kiss deepened.
As the kiss broke after a minute, both of them were a bit breathless. Cassian, looking amused, said, "You’re a good kisser..."
He watched as she pulled her hands off his face and grabbed her shirt, crossing her arms as she muttered, "Don’t speak..."
Cassian observed with clear interest as she took her shirt off, her arms raised, exposing her armpits and her chest right in front of him. Before she could lower her arms, he stopped her.
"What are you doing?" she asked, a bit startled.
Cassian didn’t say anything as he leaned in, to suck on her armpit, drawing a deeper flush across her face.
"You disgusting freak... it’s dirty there..." she said, her voice tightening as her blush only grew stronger.
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