Cassian gently rested Violetta's head on his shoulder, his large hand coming up to cradle the back of her skull, his fingers threading through her sweaty, tangled waves. He began to stroke her hair, his touch soothing and tender as he murmured words of praise and comfort. "Shh, don't strain yourself. You've been an incredibly good girl, taking everything I've given you so well."
Violetta's left hand came up to rest on Cassian's neck, her fingers splaying across his sweat-slicked skin. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, could see the way his pulse jumped beneath her touch. A sudden, primal urge overtook her and she found herself dragging her nails lightly down Cassian's neck, leaving thin, red lines in their wake. Cassian shuddered, a low groan rumbling in his chest at the sensation of Violetta's nails raking across his skin.
Drunk on the intensity of their coupling, Violetta leaned in and brought her tongue to the faintly bleeding scratches. She licked them slowly, deliberately, her tongue dragging across each thin line, tasting the faint, coppery tang of Cassian's blood. A shudder ran through her, a fresh surge of arousal pulsing through her core as she lapped at the red welts, soothing the sting with the wet heat of her mouth. Violetta's tongue lingered on the last scratch, her lips closing around the skin as she began to suck, her teeth grazing lightly across the sensitive flesh.
"Violetta," Cassian groaned, his voice strained with a mix of pleasure and warning. "If you keep doing that, I won't be able to hold back much longer." Despite his words, Cassian made no move to stop her, his hand tightening in her hair and he tilted his head back to grant her better access to his neck. Violetta could feel the hard, thick length of his cock pressing against her thigh, hot and insistent even through the fabric of his pants.
Violetta's hand drifted lower, her nails dragging across Cassian's collarbone, down the firm planes of his chest, leaving a trail of red lines in their wake. She could feel the heat of his skin, could see the way his muscles twitched and jumped beneath her touch. Emboldened by Cassian's lack of protest, Violetta allowed her hand to drift even lower, her fingers toying with the waistband of his pants. With a wicked, coy smirk playing about her kiss-swollen lips, Violetta slowly began to undo Cassian's belt, her nimble fingers working the leather strap through the buckle with an almost teasing slowness.
"Is that what you're trying to do, Violetta?" Cassian asked, his voice a low, husky rumble. He quirked a brow at her, his own smirk mirroring her own. "Trying to seduce me, you little minx?"
"What if I am?" she purred, a smirk playing at the corners of her kiss-swollen lips. "Trying to seduce you, that is. Do you have a problem with that, Cassian?" Her voice was a low, breathy murmur, dripping with unspoken promises and sinful intentions.
Cassian chuckled, a dark, rumbling sound that sent shivers down Violetta's spine. "Not at all," he murmured, his smirk turning positively sinful. "In fact, I think you've more than earned a reward for your...hard work."
With that, Cassian gently but firmly pushed Violetta down onto the desk, the smooth, cool wood pressing against her sweat-slicked back. She gasped, her breasts bouncing slightly at the sudden movement, her nipples pebbling in the cooler air. Violetta's legs dangled off the edge of the desk, her thighs parted slightly as Cassian stepped between them, his hips now level with her own.
Cassian made quick work of the tattered remains of Violetta's gown, the flimsy fabric tearing like tissue paper in his strong hands. The gown had barely clung to her waist, the bodice long since ripped open to expose the creamy swells of her breasts. With a few sharp tugs, Cassian ripped the gown away entirely, leaving Violetta bare and naked beneath him. Her violet eyes widened as she gazed up at him, a fierce blush staining her cheeks and the tops of her breasts a pretty pink.
Cassian's finger traced a slow, deliberate path down Violetta's body, starting at the lush curve of her bottom lip, trailing down the slender column of her throat, over the racing pulse at the base of her neck. He lingered at the valley between her heaving breasts, circling one stiff, aching nipple before moving on, his touch light and teasing. Violetta squirmed beneath him, her hips canting up slightly, seeking more of his touch, more of the pleasure only he could give her.
Cassian's finger continued its descent, over the flat plane of Violetta's stomach, dipping briefly into her navel before moving lower, lower still. Violetta's breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounding wildly as Cassian's finger teased along the edge of her dripping sex, not quite touching her where she needed him most. Violetta's arousal coated his finger, glistening in the low light of the study, the heady scent of her desire perfuming the air.
"Hurry, Cassian," Violetta whimpered, her voice high and breathy with desperation. "Stop teasing me. I need...I need you inside me. I need your cock, filling me, stretching me...please." She reached down, her fingers curling around Cassian's wrist, trying to guide his hand, to urge him to give her what she so desperately craved.
Cassian's eyes darkened, his gaze turning molten as he took in Violetta's naked, wanton form splayed out beneath him. "So eager," he murmured, his voice a low, approving rumble. "So hungry. Tell me, Violetta, have you ever been this desperate before? This needy and aching and empty?"
Violetta shook her head, her hair a wild tangle of waves against the desk. "Never," she breathed. "Only for you. Only with you. Please, Cassian...hurry. Put your cock inside me. Fill me up. Fuck me." She spread her thighs wider, the movement baring her glistening, dripping sex completely to Cassian's hungry gaze.
Cassian wasted no time in freeing his aching, throbbing cock from the confines of his pants. Violetta's eyes widened, a gasp escaping her kiss-swollen lips as she took in the massive, thick length of him. She could hardly believe the size of it, the sheer girth and length of Cassian's cock as it sprang free, bobbing slightly against his abdomen. Violetta's heart raced, a thrill of anticipation and a flicker of fear coursing through her veins.
"Oh god," Violetta thought, her mind racing as she stared at Cassian's massive, throbbing erection. "He's so big. Bigger than I've ever seen before. Bigger than I think I can take." A flicker of fear raced through her, a primal instinct warning her that he might be too large, too thick for her tight, untouched passage. "But oh, the way it's pulsing, the heat radiating off it...I've never wanted anything so badly in my life."
Violetta's tongue darted out to wet her lips, her gaze transfixed by the sight of Cassian's cock, the thick veins and ridges along the shaft, the bulbous, flushed head already glistening with a bead of moisture. Violetta reached out hesitantly, her fingers curling around Cassian's thick shaft, marveling at the silken steel hardness of it. She could feel every ridge and vein, every throbbing pulse as his heart beat beneath her touch. Slowly, almost reverently, Violetta began to stroke Cassian's cock, her hand gliding up and down his impressive length. A bead of moisture leaked from the swollen, purplish head, and Violetta used her thumb to smear it across the tip, her touch turning slick and slippery as she pumped Cassian's shaft.
"Cassian," Violetta whimpered, a tremor in her voice as she gazed up at him with hooded, desire-darkened eyes. "You're so big. I've never...I mean, I'm not sure if I can..." She swallowed hard, her heart hammering against her ribs as she guided Cassian's cock to her entrance, the broad head nudging against her slick, swollen folds. "Please be gentle," she breathed, a silent prayer on her lips.
Cassian smiled down at Violetta, his eyes softening with a tender, almost loving gaze. "Don't worry, Violetta," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "If it hurts, just say the word and I'll stop immediately. I don't want to cause you any pain." His hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing gently across her kiss-swollen lower lip. Violetta nodded, her violet eyes wide and trusting as she gazed up at him. "Okay," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation and a flicker of fear. "I trust you, Cassian."
Slowly, carefully, Cassian began to push forward, the thick head of his cock parting Violetta's slick folds, sinking into the tight, grasping heat of her untouched passage. Violetta's breath hitched, a strangled gasp escaping her lips as she felt herself stretching around Cassian's girth, her walls clenching and fluttering as they struggled to accommodate his size. She could feel every ridge and vein of his cock dragging along her sensitive flesh, every throbbing pulse as his heart beat in time with her own.
"Oh god, he's damn so big," Violetta thought, her mind hazing with sensation as Cassian's cock pushed deeper, inch by thick inch disappearing into her dripping sex. "He's stretching me, filling me...it's almost too much." She could feel every ridge and vein of Cassian's shaft dragging along her walls, the sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before. "But why won't it go in all the way smoothly? I'm so wet, dripping all over him...so why? At this rate...it might get stuck."
Just as Violetta's question echoed in her mind, Cassian's cock suddenly caught on something deep inside her, the thick head lodging itself against a tight, resistant band of muscle. Violetta screamed, her voice echoing off the study walls as a sharp, stinging pain lanced through her core. Her nails raked down Cassian's back, leaving angry red lines in their wake as she tried to push him away, to ease the sudden, intense discomfort.
"Ah! Oh god, Cassian, it's...it's stuck," Violetta panted, tears springing to her eyes as she gazed up at Cassian with a mix of pain and panic. "I think...I think your cock is too big. It won't go in all the way. It's caught on something inside me." She squirmed beneath him, trying to adjust her hips, to angle herself in a way that would allow Cassian's massive shaft to sink in deeper. But no matter how she moved, the thick head of his cock remained lodged against a tight, resistant band of muscle, refusing to budge.