Her voice dropped to a murmur. “Still perfect.”
He growled, reaching down to slide his fingers through her folds, finding her already slick. “And you’reso fucking wetfor me.”
Seraphine gasped when he rubbed her clit with slow, lazy circles, the pad of his thumb stroking her like he had all night to worship her. “Keep talking like that,” she whispered, eyes fluttering. “I might come before you’re even inside me.”
Cassian sat up, pressing his forehead to hers. “You deserve to feel everything. No fear. No fire on your heels. Justthis.”
He kissed her like a vow, then laid her back on the obsidian. Her hair fanned out around her like embered silk. The wind tugged at the edges of the cloak he wrapped around them both, but the night stayed warm—held by body heat and the faint thrum of magic in their blood.
He kissed down her body—slow, worshipful. Her breasts, full and sensitive, made her whimper beneath his mouth. He sucked one nipple between his lips, tongue flicking gently, then harder. Her back arched.
“Cassian—please?—”
“I know,” he murmured. “I feel it too.”
His hand slid lower, between her thighs, spreading her wide. When he licked her pussy, she cried out—head thrown back, eyes wild with need. He teased her clit with the tip of his tongue, then licked a long, slow stroke that made her hips jerk against his mouth.
“You taste like heat and starlight,” he growled into her, voice wrecked. “Like something holy.”
She came suddenly, body tensing, her pussy clenching around nothing as she moaned his name into the sky. He didn’t stop until she was shaking, breathless, slick and spent beneath him.
He rose above her, stroking his cock once, twice, eyes fixed on hers.
“I want to be inside you when you come again,” he said. “I want to feel you fall apart around me.”
“Then do it,” she breathed. “I want all of you. I want your cock—deep, slow, andreal.”
He pressed the thick head of his cock against her entrance and pushed in—slowly, reverently. Seraphine’s eyes fluttered shut as he filled her inch by inch, the stretch delicious, the pressure perfect.
“Gods,” she gasped. “You feelso fucking good.”
“You’re so tight,” he groaned, holding himself still once he was buried to the hilt. “Like you were made to take me.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, dragging him deeper.
“Iwas.”
He began to move—deep, grinding strokes that rubbed against every sensitive spot inside her. His cock dragged along her walls, slick and throbbing, making her gasp with every thrust.
She clung to him, nails dragging down his back, her hips rising to meet him stroke for stroke. “Harder,” she panted. “I want to feel this tomorrow.”
He gave her what she asked for—slamming into her harder now, faster. His mouth claimed hers, stealing her moans, swallowing every gasp as their bodies moved in sync.
“Say it,” he growled, lips at her ear. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” she moaned. “Always you. Fuck—Cassian—don’t stop?—”
Her orgasm hit like fire in her veins, her whole body locking around him, her pussy pulsing as she screamed his name.
He wasn’t far behind. He thrust twice more and spilled inside her, cock jerking as he filled her with heat. His breath stuttered, his body curling over hers like a shield.
They lay there after, tangled and slick and trembling.
Cassian kissed her shoulder, then her hand, then the place just below her belly button.
“I can feel them,” he whispered. “Like they’re already here.”
Seraphine brushed the sweat-damp hair from his forehead, her chest still rising fast.
