I’m shamelessly naked to her. My cock is heavy, thick, and aching with the absolute need to be inside her.
But she isn’t finished.
She stays seated at the edge of the mattress. She leans forward, her warm breath ghosting over the heavy, sensitive head of my dick.
My jaw locks. Every muscle in my body tenses.
She opens her mouth and takes me in.
An involuntary groan tears out of my throat. Her mouth is incredibly hot and tight. She worships the thick head of my cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge, creating a slick, maddening friction. She bobs her head, taking me deeper, her soft lips dragging down the thick column of my shaft.
“Iris,” I grate out, my right hand snagging in her loose hair. I don’t force her. I let her set the pace, my uninjured hand keeping her anchored where I need her.
She sucks hard, using her hands to stroke the base, sliding her palms up and down in tandem with her mouth, maximizing the deep, wet drag of the friction. The control she wields over me right now is intoxicating. The same girl who was terrified of me is now swallowing me whole.
I watch her suck my dick, the sight of her flushed cheeks and bruised throat sending a fresh, blinding wave of heat straight to my core. I can’t take much more without losing my mind.
I gently grip her shoulders and pull her back, forcing her to release me with a wet pop.
I crawl onto the bed, looming over her, forcing her down onto her back.
I lower myself, settling my weight firmly between her spread thighs. I cage her beneath me, supporting my weight on my right arm so I don’t crush her. I press my bare chest directly against hers, letting her feel the erratic thud of my racing heart against her own.
I line the blunt, thick head of my dick up at the entrance of her pussy. She’s dripping wet, so perfectly ready for me.
I push forward, sinking my cock deep inside her with a slow, agonizing thrust.
She lets out a long, trembling breath. Her eyes flutter shut as her body stretches wide to accommodate my size. Her internal muscles grip my dick tightly, a hot, wet vice that makes a low groan tear from my throat.
“Iris,” I command softly.
She opens her eyes. They are shining, wet with a fresh wave of unshed tears, but they are absolutely clear.
“I’m right here,” I say. “You are not alone. You are never going to be alone again.”
“Cassian,” she breathes. She lifts her hips off the mattress, taking my cock even deeper.
I bury myself inside her, dragging the thick ridge of my dick against her swollen walls. I pull almost completely out, the slick head hovering over her clitoris, before driving my hips forward and sinking to the hilt again.
I keep my eyes glued to her. I want her to see who is claiming her. I want her to see the devotion burning in my eyes. I want her to know that the man who terrified the city is at her complete mercy.
She wraps her legs tight around my waist, her heels digging into the small of my back, anchoring me to her. Her hands slide up my chest to cup my face, her thumbs stroking my sharp cheekbones.
“You’re mine,” she whispers, her voice shaking with the weight of the claim. “You’re the only real thing left.”
“I am yours,” I vow back, the truth of it ringing in my chest with perfect clarity. “Claim me, Iris. Take everything.”
I pick up the pace, the primal need to fuck her overriding my iron control. The slow, methodical worship shifts instantly into hunger and violence. I snap my hips up, driving into herwith brutal force. Our bodies slap together, the sound carnal and totally unapologetic in the quiet room.
She meets every hard thrust, arching her spine, her hips snapping up to meet me, her fingernails digging deep half-moons into the muscle of my back.
“Harder,” she gasps, her head tossing back on the pillows, exposing her bruised throat. “Cassian, please. Fuck me harder.”
I give her what she wants. I pound into her, driving her deep into the mattress, chasing the high, sharp edge of the climax. The friction is a blazing firestorm. The heat radiating between our bodies is suffocating.
Her inner walls clench around my dick, fluttering rapidly. She cries out, a beautiful, broken, sobbing sound, as her second climax hits her like a freight train, drawing everything I have left straight out of me.
My muscles give out entirely. I collapse gently against her, my face buried in the soft crook of her neck, my chest heaving against hers as I fight for oxygen.
