"Mm... nghh... haa..." Kirja let out broken moans, struggling to hold her position. Her hands clenched tightly around the cushion beneath her head as she tried to stay steady.
Each ti Cassian pulled back slowly, her body followed slightly, dragged down from the pillow as if unwilling to let go. The tension built with every movent, her body reacting despite her attempts to resist.
Her eyes flickered toward him, noticing how his gaze stayed fixed on her chest—watching the way her body moved with each thrust.
When he pushed back in a bit faster, it forced another moan out of her. "Nghh..."
She felt it clearly—the fullness, the stretch, the way it pressed deep inside, sending waves through her that she couldn’t ignore no matter how hard she tried.
Cassian was enjoying it—she was incredibly tight, every part of her gripping him as he moved. Each ti he pulled back, it felt like her body tried to hold him in place, and when he pushed in again, he could feel the resistance and pull around him.
"You’re so tight..." Cassian muttered, leaning forward and shifting her legs onto his shoulders, pressing her further into the bed.
She let out a low grunt as the position forced her down, her body tensing slightly under the pressure.
Cassian watched her face—beautiful, yet filled with anger, her sharp, feline-like eyes glaring up at him. He pressed in further, shifting his position until he was fully over her, her legs pushed down and her feet touching the sheets.
The angle overwheld her, and before she could even recover, he started moving again, not giving her a mont to adjust. Her glare wavered, her eyes rolling slightly as his rhythm began to take over.
At first, he kept it slow, giving her a brief chance to steady herself. His gaze moved over her body—her chest pressed upward toward her face, then down to her stomach, watching the way her body reacted in this position, every movent drawing a visible response from her.
She could see the veins along him, and she could feel them brushing against her from the inside, slick with her own wetness. Each movent made her body react, the sounds between them growing louder as he pushed deeper.
She didn’t know what to say—telling him to stop felt impossible, but saying anything else might make it seem like she wanted more... like she wanted to reach that point. And she didn’t want that.
At least, that’s what she told herself.
Because the sensations had been building from the very start, ever since he first moved inside her. What began as sothing she wanted to ignore had only grown stronger, spreading through her, making it harder and harder to deny how much her body was responding.
As Cassian picked up the pace, so did Kirja’s heartbeat. She wasn’t even the one moving, yet her body reacted as if she were—heat building up, sweat forming across her skin like she’d just stepped out of a bath. Small droplets gathered along her exposed arms and neck.
Cassian leaned in and kissed her, muffling the sounds slipping from her lips as his rhythm continued without slowing.
Her body was reacting to every little change—the air in the small cabin had grown stuffy from their heat, making the window slightly foggy, yet there was still a faint chill.
She felt everything to Her hands touching the slight cold wind from the gap of the shut door, to Cassian’s penis growing in size, her insides growing tighter as she felt Cassian’s hips jerking around.
She moaned into his mouth as the wave hit her, her body tightening at the sa mont he felt himself release, warmth spreading deep inside her as he pressed himself firmly against her.
Cassian finally let go of her legs, letting her hips drop back onto the bed, but he stayed close, still inside her, kissing her intensely. She responded the sa way, holding his face tightly as the lingering aftershocks continued to run through her body.
But eventually, the intensity faded a little. She pushed his face away and asked, "Are you done now?"
"I’d be lying if I said yes..." Cassian replied as he pulled out, now slightly softened.
As she started to get up, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back onto his lap.
"So... how about we stay like this a bit longer?" he added, his tone almost pleading.
"No, you said we’d be done after this..." Kirja complained, his grip on her waist still tight. Her waist was naturally narrow, though it stood out more because of her broader hips and back—sothing Cassian clearly enjoyed holding onto.
"It’s not like you’d be doing anything out there except standing in that cold, fishy ocean breeze..." Cassian said as he pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together again. The warmth and closeness only made it harder for him to let go, his hands still resting firmly on her hips as he lingered.
"Why does it matter what I do after this?" she asked, though she didn’t really try to pull away. Deep down, she didn’t want to go outside either—it was warm here, and she was starting to feel relaxed.
"It doesn’t," Cassian said with a smile, "but what we do here is definitely better than just standing out there..."
Kirja raised an eyebrow, thinking, ’If he asks for more, I’m going to kill him...’
"And what is that?" she asked.
Luckily, Cassian didn’t push further. "Well... cuddling after sex, is the best. So that... and maybe a bit more kissing."
Kirja thought about it for a few seconds, then nodded. "Fine... but only cuddling and kissing. Nothing more."
"I think I’m falling in love with you..." Cassian said with a wide smile, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close.
She let out a small chuckle at his enthusiasm. "Yeah? Then marry and make your wife too," she replied, amused, as she leaned in and kissed him, her hands resting on his shoulders, holding his head between her arms.
With her height and her full chest resting just above him, Cassian kissed her for a few monts before shifting down to it, sucking her still-hard nipples.
She frowned slightly. "You said only kisses and cuddles..."
Cassian smirked without stopping. "This counts as kissing too... just a different kind."
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