He switched to the other nipple, teeth grazing the areola in a teasing scrape, the faint coppery taste of her skin blooming on his tongue while he hummed his approval, the vibration making her thighs quiver.
"Your tits respond to me like they were made for my hands. So responsive, sweetheart. You’re going to feel everything I give you."
Her body trembled in his lap, the bulge of his erection pressing insistently against her soaked panties, and she shifted, embarrassed by how wet she already was. Cassian noticed, of course... and his eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
His words hit like a brand, shame and thrill twisting in her gut, but she couldn’t stop—didn’t want to.
One hand stayed on her breast, kneading it possessively, while the other trailed down her stomach, fingers dipping under the waistband of her pants.
His fingers found her clit almost immediately, swollen and throbbing, and he rubbed it in slow, deliberate circles.
Isabelle cried out, her head falling back as he worked her, his touch firm yet careful, like he was learning every twitch and gasp.
"This little clit is begging for it, pulsing under my fingers. Your body’s screaming for me to make you come."
She felt vulnerable, stripped bare—not just physically, but emotionally, her nerves fraying under the weight of his attention.
"Cassian...Cassian...please."
He rubbed firm circles over the hood with the pad of his thumb.
The world narrowed to his fingers on her clit, the ache in her breasts from his grip, and the possessive fire in his eyes.
Isabelle shattered with a sob, her vision blurring as pleasure crashed through her—raw, overwhelming, the rough texture of his skin dragging against her sensitive nub, the obscene squelch of her arousal filling the air.
"So fucking tight, Isabelle. This virgin pussy is dripping for me, clenching like it wants my cock already. You love this, don’t you? My thumb on your clit, making you hump my hand." His voice was a filthy rumble against her ear, nipping the lobe as he worked her relentlessly, building the pressure with expert strokes.
She was scared, but she needed it. She needed him to see her come undone, to make it hurt in a good way.
Cassian added a second finger, as if stretching her walls in preparation for something bigger, as his thumb rubbed her clit in tandem, the dual assault making her inner thighs slick with sweat and her own cream.
Every circle amplified the burn, her clit pulsing under his thumb, the scent of her arousal heavy and musky in the enclosed space.
"Show me how you let go—fall apart on my fingers."
She bucked wildly, her hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer as if he could anchor her through the storm.
What did she need? Release? Him? Everything?
"Come for me," Cassian commanded, his voice a dark rumble that vibrated through his chest into hers.
Pleasure exploded outward, white-hot and consuming, her pussy pulsing in waves as she shattered around his hand.
Cum slicked his fingers, her juices coating his palm as she rode out the orgasm, hips jerking erratically.
Cassian held her through it, his hand never stopping its gentle laps now, easing her down as aftershocks rippled through her limbs.
"You came so hard for me, didn’t you? Look at you—shaking, crying, all because of my touch. Fuck, you’re addictive."
In the quiet aftermath, doubt crept in—what now?
But Cassian’s arms tightened around her, possessive and unyielding, chasing away the shadows with his warmth.
The sight made fresh heat bloom in her belly, even as embarrassment flushed her skin.
"Taste yourself on me later," he said, a wicked promise in his voice, before capturing her lips in a slower kiss, letting her taste the salt of her own arousal.