I wrapped my arms around her. Tight. Possessive.
Her skin was fever-warm, slick against mine. Her breath—hot and shallow—ghosted over my collarbone, teeth grazing once before she melted fully into me. We were both trembling—wrecked and winded and clinging like we were still falling.
But I didn't let go.
I didn't pull out.
I stayed inside her, still hard, still twitching with the echo of release, like my body hadn't accepted we were done yet. Her walls fluttered around me, soft and wet and still pulsing, as if her body agreed—like she wasn't ready to let me go either.
Minutes passed. I couldn't tell how many.
The ceiling spun slowly overhead. My heart pounded beneath hers. Every breath I took made her body rise with mine. The scent of sex clung to us—thick and heady and unmistakably ours.
And then—
She shifted.
Just a little. Just enough.
Her hips rolled forward, slick heat sliding along my length, and we both gasped—hers sharp, mine ragged and low.
She was still tight.
Still soaked.
Stillmine.
I groaned into her neck. "Sera—"
She didn't answer.
Didn't need to.
That little shift was enough to relight every nerve in my body. The fire came back fast, furious, like it had never really left. My fingers dug into the swell of her ass, gripping hard as I thrust up—deep, sudden, brutal.
She cried out—high and desperate, like she hadn't expected it. Her hands slammed into the mattress on either side of me, bracing herself, her thighs squeezing my hips.
I stayed buried.
Did it again.
Harder.
Her breath hitched, a stuttering moan tearing out of her as I fucked into her from beneath, the sound of skin slapping and wet friction filling the space between our gasps.
She tried to lift off me—maybe to take the rhythm back, to get on top again—but I wasn't having it.
Not this time.
I grabbed her hips, slammed her back down, and growled, "Stay."
She froze.
Then moaned—long and low and guttural, like surrender.
And fuck, thatsound—
It undid something in me.
I drove into her again, dragging her body down onto mine in sharp, relentless thrusts. Her head dropped to my shoulder, her breath hot against my skin, her moans rising with each slam of my hips.
Her pussy clenched tight, already fluttering around me—overworked, oversensitive,perfect.
"You wanted to break me," I said, voice gravel. I bit her throat—soft, not enough to mark, but just enough to make herwhimper. "Now it's my turn."
She tried to speak. Failed.
Just clung.
I sat up, still deep inside her, wrapping an arm around her back and pinning her chest to mine. She gasped, legs instinctively wrapping tighter around my waist, trying to stay grounded.
Too late.
I was in control now.
And I took it.
Every thrust was a demand. Every grind an answer.
Her head dropped back, exposing her throat, her hair sticking to sweat-drenched skin. She was shaking. Moaning. Eyes half-lidded and glossy like she was high on me—on this.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, dragging down, leaving marks. She clenched hard, hips jerking as I pushed her toward another peak.
"Cassian—fuck—Cassian—"
"That's right." My mouth found hers—devoured her. "Say it again."
She did.
Again.
And again.
The sounds she made lit every fuse inside me. My thrusts grew rougher, deeper, the tension curling low in my gut so tight it was painful.
Her spine arched.
Breath caught.
I felt it.
The quake.
The build.
Thebreak.
"Come for me," I commanded, lips on her throat. "Now."
She shattered in my arms.
Her whole body tensed, thensnapped, her head falling forward as she came with a broken cry, thighs locking around me, muscles spasming, her moans going high and hoarse andso damn good.
I didn't last five seconds.
I buried myself deep one final time, cursed against her mouth, and came with a guttural sound that scraped up from my chest like it had claws. My vision went white at the edges. My whole body locked up, then shook as I emptied myself into her.
Every pulse. Every breath. Every fucking piece of me.
Gone.
Given.
To her.
We collapsed together, still joined, still slick and shaking andwrecked.
I cradled her as she trembled against me, one hand stroking down her spine, the other tangled in her hair. Our skin was flushed, damp, our bodies buzzing like we'd been struck by lightning.
But I still didn't let go. Couldn't.
My arms stayed wrapped around her, one hand splayed low on her back, the other cradling the back of her head as she shuddered against me. Her chest rose and fell against mine in stuttering bursts, and I felt every tremor she tried to suppress as her body fluttered and clenched around me—aftershocks rolling through her like waves.
I was still inside her. Still hard. Still buried so deep it felt like we were fused.
She tried to shift, to move off me, but I held her firm.
"Don't," I rasped. "Stay."
Her breath hitched against my neck.
She stayed.
The silence between us wasn't really silence—it was full of the sound of us trying to breathe, of skin sliding against skin, of her heartbeat thudding against mine. Her thigh was slung over my hip, her fingers tangled in my hair again like she didn't know when she'd started holding me and didn't care enough to stop.
I kissed her temple. Then her jaw. Then the corner of her mouth.
She turned into it, slow, lazy, dazed. Our mouths met—soft at first, just lips, no urgency. Just heat. Familiarity. Possession.
But then her tongue brushed mine.
And the fire flared all over again.
I growled into her mouth, one hand sliding down her back, cupping the curve of her ass as I rolled my hips slowly—just enough to make her gasp. Her nails curled at my shoulders. Her hips shifted in reply.
It wasn't over.
Not yet.
"Still not done," I murmured into her mouth, voice like gravel and sin.
She bit my bottom lip, not hard. Just a warning. "You're insatiable."
I rolled us over, pressing her into the mattress with my weight, and slid out—only to slam back in one slow, filthy thrust that made her eyes flutter and her breath stutter.
"Only with you," I growled.
And then I started to move.
Not hard.
Not fast.
Just deep—slow and deep andprecise, dragging every inch of me through her like I was relearning the shape of her body from the inside. She arched beneath me, back bowing, mouth parted in a gasp that barely made it past her throat.
Her legs wrapped around me again, pulling me deeper, hips rising to meet every grind of mine.
The room was thick with heat, with want, with the sound of our bodies meeting in slow, wet rhythm. My forehead dropped to hers, sweat slicking our skin, breaths tangled between our mouths.
Her hands ran up my chest, across my shoulders, down my back.
"I feel everything when you're like this," she whispered, voice raw, wrecked, vulnerable.
I kissed her slow and aching, like I could tell her what she meant without words.
Her body clung to mine, greedy, needy, burning up under every thrust. Her moans were quieter now—less feral, more intimate. Like she was unraveling at the edges and trying to pretend she wasn't.
I knew the sound of her breaking.
I'd memorized it.
And I wanted to hear it again.
"Say my name," I breathed against her throat.
"Cassian," she whispered.
Again.
"Cassian—"
Her voice was cracking. Her nails biting into my shoulder blades.
I hooked one arm under her knee, lifted her leg higher, and drove in even deeper. She choked on a cry—loud, helpless, shivering all over as I fucked her slow and rough andfull.
"I'm right here," I said. "Feel me, Sera. Every inch."
She clenched—tight, fluttering, pulsing so hard it nearly stole my breath.
"Come for me."
And this time, when she came, it wassilent.
Just her mouth open in a broken gasp, eyes shut tight, every muscle pulled taut as her climax tore through her in waves. I felt it. Every pulse. Every quake. Her body gripping me like itneededme.
I didn't last ten seconds after that.
I groaned her name like a prayer and spilled inside her again, hard and deep, hips grinding as I emptied every last drop into her.
This time, we didn't move.
Didn't speak.
I just stayed buried inside her, collapsed on top of her with my face buried in her neck, breathing like I'd run a marathon and fought a war and survived both with only her to thank.
And maybe I had.
We laid there, tangled and trembling and raw, until the world stopped spinning.
And when it did—I kissed her again.
Slow.
Like I had all the time in the world.
Because with her?
I did.