“Christ, Aurelia.” My head falls back against the seat for a second. “You feel how hard you make me? All it takes is one look from you.”
She doesn’t answer with words. Instead, she shifts her panties to the side with impatient fingers and sinks down onto me in one swift drop. The heat of her is overwhelming—wet, tight, clenching around every inch as she takes me to the root. We both exhale harshly, like we’ve been holding our breath since the gala hallway.
“Fuck,” she whispers, forehead pressed to mine, hips already circling. “You’re so thick.”
I grip her hips hard enough that my fingers will leave marks tomorrow. “Move,” I tell her, voice rough. “Show me how much you want this cock.”
She does. Starts riding me with sharp, angry rolls of her hips, rising up until only the head is inside her, then slamming back down. The car rocks gently on its suspension. Her knees dig into the leather on either side of my thighs, dress twisted high, breasts straining against the bodice with every bounce.
I thrust up to meet her, hard enough that her breath catches. “That’s it,” I mutter against her throat, biting the skin there. “Take what you came for. You stayed in that room because you wanted to be fucked like this, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps, nails raking down my neck. “God, yes.”
One of my hands slides under the bunched fabric, finding where we’re joined, thumb pressing firm circles over her clit. She jolts, thighs tightening around me. “Cassian?—”
“Say it again,” I demand, thrusting deeper, grinding at the end so she feels every inch. “Say my name while you’re full of me.”
“Cassian,” she moans, louder this time, head tipping back. The windows are already starting to fog, her breath leaving cloudy blooms on the glass behind her.
I grip the back of her neck, pulling her mouth back to mine. “You feel that?” I growl between kisses. “This is mine. You can run, you can lie, but this—” I drive up hard, once, twice. “This is always mine.”
She clenches around me in answer, a shudder running through her whole body, and I know she’s close. So am I. The leather creaks beneath us. The air is thick with the scent of her, of us, of sex in a confined space with nowhere to go.
She buries her face against my neck, teeth grazing my skin. “Don’t stop,” she whispers, voice breaking. “Please.”
My thumb stays on her clit, circling slow and relentless while I thrust up into her with short, brutal snaps of my hips. The car rocks harder now, suspension creaking in rhythm with us. Her back slides against the fogged window, leaving streaky handprints on the glass.
She’s shaking, thighs clamped tight around my waist, breath coming in sharp little pants against my neck. “Cassian,” she gasps, the word breaking on a moan. “I’m?—”
“Not yet,” I growl, slowing my thumb just enough to keep her teetering. “You don’t get to come until you admit it.”
“Admit what?” Her voice is wrecked, angry, desperate. She tries to grind down harder, chasing the pressure, but I grip her hip with my free hand and hold her still.
“That you’re mine.” I drive up deep. “Say it, Aurelia. Say you’re still mine after all this time.”
She makes a frustrated sound and slaps my chest once, hard enough to sting. “You bastard.”
I answer by pulling her hair, tilting her head back so her throat is exposed. My mouth finds the frantic pulse there and I bite down, sucking a fresh mark into her skin. “Say it.”
Her inner muscles flutter around me, betraying how close she is. “Fine,” she hisses, nails raking down my shoulders through my shirt. “I’m yours. I never stopped being yours. Happy now?”
The confession snaps something in me.
I release her hair and clamp both hands on her hips, lifting her just enough to slam her back down while I thrust up at the same time. The angle changes, deeper, hitting that spot that makes her cry out loud enough that I’m glad the garage is mostly empty.
“Yes—fuck—like that,” she pants, head falling forward, hair spilling over both of us. “Don’t stop.”
I don’t. I fuck her hard and fast, the confined space forcing us closer, sweat slicking our skin where we touch. The leather beneath us is damp now. The windows are completely steamed, shutting out the world until it’s only us, only this.
Her thighs start trembling uncontrollably. I feel her tightening, pulsing, right on the edge again.
“Come for me,” I tell her, voice rough against her ear. “Let me feel you milk this cock you missed so much.”
That’s all it takes. She comes with a sharp, broken cry, burying her face in my neck to muffle it. Her whole body locks tight, inner walls clenching in fierce, rhythmic waves that drag me right over with her.
I thrust up once more and stay buried deep, groaning low as I spill inside her in thick, pulsing jets. The pleasure is blinding, almost too much after the buildup, every muscle in my body pulling taut as I empty myself into her.
We stay locked together, breathing ragged, hearts hammering against each other. Her legs are still wrapped around me, shaking. My hands are still gripping her hips hard enough that I know there’ll be bruises shaped like my fingers tomorrow.
