I ride him, grinding my hips, rolling my clit hard against his base. My breasts brush against his chest, my nipples hardening against the rough wool of the blanket behind him.
He takes over the rhythm. His right hand grips my waist, guiding me while he snaps his hips up from the mattress to meet my downward thrusts.
He keeps his left side rigid, his jaw clenched against the tearing pain in his chest, driving the brutal force entirely from his core. He grinds up into me, hitting nerves I didn’t know I had.
With every hard thrust, the bunker fades. The cold disappears.
“You’re alive,” he growls against my neck. “Feel that? You’re alive.”
He bites the sensitive cord of my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a dark bruise.
“Mark me,” I whisper. “Do it again.”
He bites harder. The sting mixes with the pleasure, a heady cocktail that makes me dizzy.
I pick up the pace. I ride his cock hard, the bedsprings creaking loudly under us. The wet friction echoes in the small room.
His chest is heaving, his breathing a harsh, broken rasp. He’s pushing himself way past his physical limits, bleeding for this, bleeding for me. His bandage spots with fresh crimson. He falters for a fraction of a second, a sharp hiss of pain escaping his teeth as the torn muscle protests, but he locks his jaw and keeps fucking me.
He’s lost in this. Lost in me.
His hand slides over my thigh, my hip, my waist, squeezing, bruising. His grip is so hard it feels like he’s trying to leave prints. Like he’s making sure I know who I belong to.
He moves his hand between us, finding my clit. He rubs it, circling the swollen nub rapidly while he thrusts up deep into me.
“Cassian!” I scream.
I can’t breathe for a second. The fullness of his cock inside me, the sharp friction of his thumb, the heat of the room—it pushes me right to the edge.
“I’m close,” I gasp, my nails digging into his skin. “I’m close.”
“Let go,” he says, his voice strained. “Give it to me, Iris. Give me everything. Come for me.”
He thrusts harder, deeper, battering my cervix.
I shatter.
My pussy clamps down hard around his dick, pulsing wildly. The orgasm rips through me as everything goes blank. There is no Syndicate. No death.
There is only Cassian.
I scream his name, burying my face in his shoulder, sobbing through the climax. It rolls through me in waves, shaking me apart.
Feeling me milk him, he loses his control.
He groans, a raw, broken sound, and drives up into me hard, burying himself as deep as he can go. He shudders, his cock jerking inside me as he blows his load into my pussy.
I feel the warmth of his release filling me, claiming me in the most primal way possible.
I collapse against him.
Resting my forehead on his good shoulder, I gasp for air. My lungs burn, and my pulse throbs against his skin. Our sweat mingles, slick and cooling in the bunker air.
He wraps his arm around me, holding me tight. He buries his face in my hair, breathing hard.
“Iris,” he whispers.
It sounds like a vow.
