Before I finish, the world tilts. Furs scrape my spine. Solid oak planks, cool against my back, replace the wall's rough timber. Cassian settles between my thighs again, hips locked with mine, but it’s different now. He’s the one looking down, those ice-blue eyes holding mine, hooded and impossibly tender. He pushes inside me with exquisite slowness, a deep, rolling thrust that draws a broken sigh from my lips.
"Always rushing," he murmurs, his voice thick gravel. He brushes sweat-damp curls off my forehead with a knuckle. Surprising softness. "Slow."
"I’m good," I breathe, even as my insides coil tight around him. "Just... articulate." His low chuckle rumbles against my chest. The slow rhythm builds again, deliberate, each withdrawal leaving me achingly empty only to fill me completely on the return. It’s deeper this way. Softer. Devastating. He watches the sensations play across my face, my breath catching with every measured invasion.
"I want you," he says, gruff against my skin. "Mine. I want you as all mine. Forever."
"Then take me," I say between gasps.
My hands clench in the thick fur beneath us. His control is absolute, patient as a glacier. The building pressure shifts, pulling deeper than my core.
"Cassian... I’m gonna?—"
He chooses that moment. As the wave crests, shattering me with startling sweetness, his teeth scrape the tender join of neck and shoulder. Not warning.Promise.Then he sinks them in.
Gasp.Lightning sears my veins, not pain, not pleasure, but fusion. Earth, fur, woodsmoke, and something ancient floods my senses, poured directly into my marrow. His deep groan vibratesagainst my skin, a counterpoint to the molten gold exploding behind my eyes. It’s more than climax. It’stransformation.Energy surges – raw, crackling power untangling a hidden filament deep within me, brighter and sharper than the aurora outside.
"Feel it?" His growl is muffled against my skin, strained as the last tremors rock him. His hips press flush, holding deep.
I can’t speak. Sensation overwhelms language. My body thrums, a newly tuned instrument resonating against his massive frame.
It’s not just strength. It’sknowing.Like snow’s structure, wind currents, fractures in the distant ice. I press trembling fingers to the place where his teeth broke skin. Dampness. The potent spice of him and… me, blended. Power hums where his mark sits, fierce and possessive. We stay locked, fused by touch and bite, the cabin heavy with the shared rhythm of our breath. Ordinary space becomes too much.
His breath still sawing against my neck, Cassian murmurs, "Again." His cock, impossibly, thickens within me, throbbing where we're fused. The delicious fullness returns, intensified, a living heat nestled deep.
He pulls back slightly, shifting his weight onto one forearm. His other hand, rough but unbelievably gentle, skates up the column of my throat, fingers finding the damp pulse point where his teeth marked me.
His gaze locks on the claim, those ice-blue eyes wide, almost dazed. A thick sound spills from him, half-growl, half-reverent sigh. "So fucking beautiful."
My answer is a gasp as he pushes back into me, a deliberate, rolling thrust that punches the air from my lungs. This time there’s no patience, only a thundering need. He drives deeper than before, the base of his cock grinding against my sensitizedclit. My back bows, spine arching as a shockwave of pure sensation rockets through us both.
"Cassian!" His name rips out, raw and sharp.
He responds with a muffled groan against my skin, his hips snapping back, then surging forward again. Harder. Faster. I wrap my legs around his waist, ankles hooked tight, heels digging into the hard muscle of his ass, pulling him into me with each forceful stroke. His cock fills me utterly, stretching my pussy with every deep glide.
He braces himself, shifting closer, burying his face in the curve of my shoulder, his breaths harsh puffs against the fresh mark. I can feel it thrum between us, a live wire connecting our skin, radiating heat and that strange, new awareness – the distant ice, the rhythm of my own desperate pulse, the overwhelming intensity ofhim.
His large hand slides down, fingers tangling possessively in my curls, holding me anchored as he pounds into me. Each thrust jolts through our entangled bodies, a piston driving us towards obliteration.
"Angie..." His voice is shredded, strained beyond limits. His teeth graze the tender bite mark again, not breaking skin, but sending sparks along my nerve endings.
The pressure inside me detonates. It’s not a wave, but a supernova. My inner walls clamp down hard around his pulsing cock, a frantic, rhythmic pulse dragging him down with me.
I feel the exact moment his control fractures. A guttural roar tears from his chest as he drives in one final, bone-deep thrust. Hot liquid jets deep within me as his release rips through him, setting off subsequent, smaller tremors inside my pussy. He holds rigid, buried to the root, shuddering against me.
Time becomes liquid, measured only by the frantic beats of our hearts pounding against each other’s skin. Sweat slicks our bodies where they press from chest to thigh.
He’s a furnace, radiating heat that threatens to consume us both. His cock twitches inside me, still thick, keeping us locked together. His breath rasps against my collarbone, thick strands of his hair falling across my cheek. He doesn’t lift his head, doesn’t move except for the unsteady rise and fall of his massive chest against mine. The silence isn't empty; it's thick with spent passion and the profound weight of what just happened.
We don't need to speak anything more. I can feel everything he wants to say. Every hope and regret is tangled right here where our bodies meet, buzzing through my veins.
I'm alive.
29
CASSIAN
The night is too quiet. Out here, the wind usually carries its own kind of song, long howls across the ice, but tonight it feels like the land is holding its breath, and I know why. Roman has been close. The bear inside me stirs at the thought, prowling under my skin, aching to tear down anything he dares send our way. I grip the Seal in my hand and feel its faint pulse, the tether to everything I tried to leave behind.
