Cassian’s eyes narrow slightly. His arm tightens under my ass, locking me against his mouth.
“You liked that one better, didn’t you?” he growls. “Tell me.”
He presses two fingers to my slick entrance, not pushing in, just holding them there.
“You’re already dripping,” he murmurs. “But I don’t want to just turn you on, Skye. I want to know what makes you come undone. You hear me?”
I writhe in his grip.
“You said this wasn’t supposed to be fun,” I manage.
“Yeah, well…” The corner of his mouth lifts. He smiles. He actually fucking smiles. “It’s not. Not for me, at least.”
And if my brain weren’t completely fried—if I didn’t feel like I needed to open my mouth and start panting right here—I’d lose my shit over that smile. It wipes ten years off him, makes him look like some reckless young guy who could disarm a bomb with a grin like that. It could disarm me. It could wreck me. Destroy me.
It’s the kind of smile you see in toothpaste commercials or firefighter calendars. The kind that launches a career.
But this one’s better. Probably because it’sreal.
And my heart starts pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears.
“If I let myself have fun right now,” he says, “we’d forget all about the mission. I’d keep you in this car until sundown.”
“Cassian—” I start, but honestly? I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.
“Skye,” he says. “I asked you a question.” His tongue does that slow flick again and I nearly lose it. “Which one do you like better?”
His fingers finally press inside me, like he’s trying to show me exactly what I’ve been denying him by not answering. And it’s working. My hips jerk against his hand, my breath shattering.
“Cassian—” I pant. “God. Both. I like both. Just… Don’t stop.”
A dark, approving sound rumbles from his chest. His mouth returns to my clit while his fingers curl inside me, searching for that perfect spot like he already knows my body by heart.
And then he really starts.
It’s pure torment. And pure bliss.
His tongue flattens and drags against me before he sucks my clit into his mouth and gives it a slow, teasing pull, then repeats it, over and over. Ruthlessly steady. Just like everything he does, and yet somehow completely different.
Fuck, does it work.
Every pass builds something deeper. Not just pleasure, but a charge. That strange, electric pulse under my skin. The world starts to vibrate, like it’s not fully real anymore. Like I’m slipping out of sync with it. Phasing.
“There you go, Skye,” he murmurs against me. “Let it build.”
His fingers press deeper, curling just right, hitting that spot that makes my thighs tremble. His tongue never stops.
I can barely think. Barely breathe.
A low sound escapes him—somewhere between a growl and a groan.
“Oh god,” I moan, my hands flying to his hair, gripping tight. “Oh, fuck… I can feel it.”
His fingers thrust deeper. His tongue stays relentless. The pressure coils tighter in my belly, winding until I feel like I’m being pulled apart molecule by molecule—barely tethered to this world at all.
It wasn’t this intense with Talon. It felt fucking good, but I wasn’t nearly as in tune with my power as I am now. And that makes all the difference.
Cassian shifts his hold, tightening the arm beneath my ass to keep me pinned while his other hand angles upward, fingers spreading me wider as his mouth descends again.
