Her fingers slipped under my shirt, cool against my heated skin, and I shuddered as she pulled it over my head, tossing it aside like it was nothing. Her gaze raked over me, hungry and unapologetic, and I felt exposed—not just physically, but in a way that made my chest tighten.
She wanted all of me, and I was terrified of giving it, but her gaze anchored me, pulled me closer to the edge.
“Show me,”she repeated, her voice a low, seductive command.
I stepped closer, my hands finding her hips, pulling her against me so she could feel how much I wanted her. Her breath hitched as my lips brushed hers, teasing, before I deepened the kiss, tasting her desire, her need. Her hands slid down my back, her nails digging into my skin, and I growled into her mouth, primal and raw.
She wanted the man underneath, and I was going to give him to her—all of him, no holding back.
I lifted her, pressing her against the cold marble wall, her legs wrapping around my waist as I ground against her, my cock throbbingagainst her core. She moaned, her head falling back, exposing the curve of her neck.
I nipped at her pulse point, biting hard enough to leave a mark, and she gasped, her nails digging deeper. “Cassian,” she panted, “please.”
I slid my hand down her body, past the curve of her breast, past the swell of her hip, until my fingers found her wet heat. She was already dripping, desperate, and I smirked against her skin, my thumb circling her clit as I teased her, slow and deliberate.
“Impatient, bella?” I murmured, my voice rough. “You want me to fuck you against this wall, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she hissed, her legs tightening around me. “Now. I need you now.”
I stepped back, setting her down, and her eyes flashed with frustration, but I silenced her with a kiss, my tongue demanding, dominant.
When I pulled away, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and tore them off, the sound vulgar and perfect. She watched, breathless, as I dropped to my knees, her thighs parting instinctively.
I pressed my mouth to her core, my tongue plunging deep into her wetness, and she cried out, her hands tangling in my hair. “Fuck, Cassian—”
I lapped at her relentlessly, my beard scraping her sensitive skin, my fingers sinking into her thighs to hold her steady. She was close, so close, and I wanted to make her scream my name. I suckled her clit into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, and she shattered, her body trembling as she came apart on my lips. I drank her down, greedy, possessive, until she was a quivering mess in my arms.
“Bed,” I commanded, hoarse, lifting her effortlessly. She nodded, dazed, and I carried her to the edge of the mattress, laying her down gently before stripping off my pants. My cock was hard, leaking, and I stroked it once, slowly, before positioning myself between her legs.
She reached for me, but I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. “Not yet,” I growled, pressing the tip of my cock to her entrance. “This is my show.”
I thrust into her in one slow, deliberate stroke, filling her completely, and she gasped, her body arching off the bed. I held her down, my hips snapping as I pounded into her, relentless and primal. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with her moans and my curses. I was close, so fucking close, but I wanted to push her over the edge again first.
I released her wrists, gripping her hips instead, and flipped her onto her stomach. She whimpered as I pulled out, but I silenced her with a slap to her ass, the sound echoing off the marble walls.
“On your knees,” I ordered, and she obeyed, her hands braced on the bed, her ass raised for me. I spread her cheeks, admiring the sight of her tight hole, before sliding back inside her, the angle hitting her deep.
“Cassian,” she whimpered, “I’m—”
“Come for me,” I snarled, thrusting harder, faster. “Come on my cock, bella.”
She screamed my name as she fell apart again, her walls clenching around me, and that was it—I was done. I pulled out, flipping her onto her back, and she reached for me, but I grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head again.
“Not yet,” I repeated, stroking my cock as I loomed over her.“Watch me.”
I jerked myself off, rough and desperate, until I was spilling over her, my cum coating her breasts, her stomach, her throat. She moaned, her fingers tracing the lines of my seed, and I groaned, my body trembling. I collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms, my heart pounding against her back.
“You okay?”I murmured, brushing her hair from her face.
She turned to me, her lips curved in a satisfied smile. “More than okay,” she said, her fingers tracing the lines of my jaw.
Later, much later, we lay tangled together in the darkness, her head on my chest, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her bare shoulder.
"I love you," she murmured, half-asleep.
"I love you too." I pressed a kiss to her hair.
Through the baby monitor, I could hear Leo's soft breathing. My son. My family. Safe and whole.
