Elvie
After a quick, hot shower that finally washed away the chill in my body, I pulled on a cozy pair of pajamas. My eyes drifted to the bed, where Cassian’s suit lay neatly folded.
Gathering the fabric into my arms, I decided to return it to him.
I paused briefly outside his bedroom door, listening for any movement, but heard nothing. Assuming he was still in living room , I made my way downstairs.
Only to find it empty. Maybe he was actually in his room, I didn’t just hear a movement.
I walked toward the couch to wait for him. But before I could even sit down, the sound of a phone ringing echoed through the room.
I glanced at the coffee table and spotted Cassian’s phone light up. I immediately looked away, sitting down and resolving to ignore it. It was his private business, and I had no right to pry.
But as soon as the call disconnected, it rang again, buzzing insistently against the glass surface.
Uncertainty gnawed at me. What if it was an emergency?
Standing up, I stepped closer and caught the single letter displayed across the caller ID: V.
Hesitating for a brief second, I picked up the phone, and climbed the stairs to his room. I stopped at his door and knocked softly. Only to be greeted with silence.
I waited a few seconds and knocked a little firmer. Still no answer.
Would it really be that bad if I just opened the door and left it on his nightstand? I could drop off the phone and his suit at the same time, and he’d see them the moment he walked out.
Reaching out, I turned the sleek metallic handle. To my surprise, the door wasn’t even locked. It glided open smoothly with a light click.
I stepped inside, my breath catching in my throat. It was my very first time entering his private sanctuary. The room was expansive and impeccably designed, bathed in muted, masculine tones of charcoal and warm wood.
High ceilings, minimalist art, and a vast king-sized bed dominated the space, carrying that same intoxicating scent of sandalwood that clung to his suit.
I was so completely lost in taking in the quietness and beauty of his room that I didn’t hear the bathroom door click open.
"Elvie?"
I whipped around, my heart slamming against my ribs. Cassian stepped out into the bedroom, steam billowing behind him. He was completely bare-chested, his broad shoulders and defined torso glistening with droplets of water. A single dark towel hung dangerously low on his hips, revealing the carved lines of his V-taper. His was damp and tousled, falling naturally across his forehead.
The air in the room instantly thinned, turning thick, heavy, and searing hot.
"I—I’m sorry," I stammered my face burning. My eyes darted helplessly between his piercing gaze and the overwhelming mass of his bare chest.
"Your phone... kept ringing. And I brought your suit back."
Cassian didn’t look at the phone in my hand, nor did he make a move to cover himself. Instead, his eyes locked onto mine with an intense, unyielding gravity that pinned me in place.
He took a slow step toward me sending a sharp shiver trailing straight down my spine. He closed the distance between us until he was towering directly over my small frame, his heat radiating against my skin and shutting down every rational thought left in my mind.
He reached out, his long fingers closing around the suit and the phone. Without taking his piercing eyes off mine for even a fraction of a second, he set them both down on the bed.
"You’re shaking, Elvie,"
Was it? I didn’t even notice.
"I—I should go," I breathed out instead, though my feet felt glued to the floorboards. Every instinct begged me to flee, yet the intense heat radiating off his damp, bare skin held me completely captive.
Cassian traced his thumb across my cheekbone before sliding slowly down to rest against the side of my neck. His touch was scorching, and I felt the pulse in my throat flutter wildly right under his palm.
"Is that really what you want?" he whispered softly, his thumb sweeping over my jawline to tilt my face up. "To run back to your room?"
No.
The answer screamed through every nerve ending in my body. No, I don’t want to run.
I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to burn away every lingering trace of Asher’s vile words, to ignite that raw, consuming fire inside me that only he could control. I wanted to feel his weight, to be completely undone by the one man I knew I shouldn’t have, yet couldn’t stop yearning for. I needed him to claim every inch of me until there was nothing left.
"No," the word slipped past my lips.
Cassian stilled, his eyes darkening even further. "Then tell me to stop,"
I couldn’t speak. Because I didn’t want him to stop. I want him to keep touching me.
Cassian took my silence as answer as his hand slid down from my neck, tracing the curve of my side, dipping past my hip, and gliding down my thigh.
A soft, helpless moan tore from my throat—a needy, breathless sound I didn’t even recognize as my own. My eyes fluttered shut, my fingers digging instinctively into my palm as my body arched toward him, completely helpless against the sudden rush of pleasure. I didn’t just want his touch, I was close to begging him.
His fingers hooked under the waistband of my pajama pants, slowly dipping his hand inside, dragging the soft fabric down just enough to shift my panties aside.
The moment his bare fingers found my heat, a sharp jolt of raw pleasure shot through my entire nervous system.
My eyes flew open, before my knees buckled. I blindly reached out and gripped his muscular forearm, my nails digging into his skin to keep myself upright.
"Cassian—"
The moan tore from my throat. God, it wasn’t supposed to feel like this.
When I touched myself driven by the fantasies of the very man standing in front of me, it was nothing compared to this. My own touch was quick, hesitant, and quiet. But Cassian’s hand was pure, ruinous magic.
He wasn’t rushing. His fingers moved with an agonizing slowness, taking his sweet time to trail over my dripping warmth, knowing every slide of his thumb was sending a wave of electric fire straight through me.
My skin was burning, my body literally shivering under his large, warm hand working between my thighs.
I was drowning in him, my hips instinctively pushing up into his hand, desperate for a friction that would stop the ache growing in my core.
"Please," I whimpered, abandoning every last shred of my pride. "Cassian, please..."
A dark, guttural hum vibrated deep inside his chest. He leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning across my ear as his fingers parted me further, sinking into a rhythm that had me throwing my head against his shoulder. I was completely, helplessly lost in—
The sudden, piercing chime of the doorbell shattered the moment. Cassian’s hand froze instantly against my wet center. His body went dead rigid over mine, his chest heaving as the sound echoed through the silent house a second time.
Cassian let out a curse under his breath, the vibrations rattling hard against me. With evident reluctance, he pulled his hand back. The sudden loss of his touch left me feeling instantly cold, an ache settling deep in my core as he smoothed my clothing back into place with a possessive swipe of his palm across my hip.
"Let me get the door," he said, his voice dangerously low and rough, completely stripped of its usual calm composure.
He grabbed a silk robe hanging near the bathroom door, throwing it over his broad shoulders and tying the belt tightly around his waist in one fluid motion.
He cast one last, burning glance back at me before turning on his heel and exiting the bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him.
I stood frozen in the center of his room, my chest rising and falling heavily as I tried to regain control over my racing pulse. My body was still humming, skin burning everywhere his fingers had trailed, and my mind was spinning out of control.
Is this really how it feels to be touched by Cassian?
Just a few lazy strokes of his hand had shattered my entire world, turning every quiet fantasy I had ever buried inside myself into an overwhelming, dangerous reality.
My heart hammered against my ribs as an even dirtier, more reckless thought took root in my mind. If a mere taste of his fingers could drive me insane and leave me whimpering for more, I was suddenly, wildly curious to know what would happen and how it would feel if he bends me over his bed and fuck me.