She was still trembling when he rose above her, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes blazing.
“I’m not done,” he growled.
He knelt between her thighs, lining his cock to her entrance. He was thick—hard and heavy, veins bulging along the length, the flushed tip already slick from need. Her breath caught as he rubbed it against her folds, back and forth, teasing.
“Please,” she whispered. “I need to feel you.”
“Yeah?” He leaned over her, his cock pressing just inside. “You need me to fuck this pretty pussy? Fill you up until you forget the world’s burning?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please, Cassian—now.”
He pushed in slowly.
The stretch was glorious—deep, full, almost too much. Her walls fluttered around him, tight and hot and impossibly soft. His breath shuddered out.
“Fuck, Sera—you feel like you were made for me.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
“I was.”
He groaned and drove in the rest of the way, seating himself to the hilt. They both froze for a moment, breathless, sweat beading on their skin despite the cold.
“You okay?” he asked, forehead pressed to hers.
She nodded, lips brushing his. “Move. I want to feel every inch.”
Cassian began to thrust—slow at first, deep strokes that made her gasp and clutch his shoulders. Each movement drove him against something deep inside her that made her cry out, her body already building toward another release.
“You’re squeezing me so tight,” he groaned. “Like your pussy doesn’t wanna let me go.”
“Idon’twant to let you go,” she moaned. “Not ever.”
He kissed her like he believed it, hips rolling harder now, the rhythm growing more urgent. His cock pounded into her, wet and relentless, and Seraphine met him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his back, marking him.
Every slam of their hips echoed through the hollowed-out hall, mixing with the rain, the moans, the thunder and crackle of old gods remembering battle.
She was close again.
“Cassian—I’m gonna?—”
“I’ve got you,” he panted. “Come for me. Let me feel you fall apart.”
She did—with a scream muffled by his mouth, her pussy pulsing around his cock as her orgasm tore through her like a firestorm. Her body clung to him, shaking with the force of it.
That did it.
Cassian swore low, then thrust deep and hard, burying himself as he came—hot and thick inside her, his cock jerking as he spilled everything into her.
They collapsed together, tangled, gasping, sweat-slick and exhausted.
His hand found her jaw again, brushing her cheek with his thumb.
“I love you,” she whispered.
He held her tighter, like letting go would cost him his soul.
“I know.”
