Cassian
My whole body went still. For a second, I thought I was hearing things. I had to blink to make sure the person standing in front of me was really Elvie.
"Are you sure you know what you are asking?" My voice sounded strange, even to me.
She bit her bottom lip, and that simple move sent a rush of heat straight down my cock.
"Yes," she whispered. "I just want you to...touch me. Give me an orgasm."
I stared at her in shock. Did she have any idea how hard I had been trying to stay away from her all these days? And now she was asking me for this. I knew that if I put my hands on her, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
I searched for any sign that she was unsure in her eyes. She had come inside soaked from the rain and crying, and I didn’t know what had happened to her. The last thing I wanted to do was take advantage of her while she was hurt.
"If I touch you, Elvie, I will not be able to stop," I said. "Are you sure you want this?"
Instead of answering with words, she stepped forward and grabbed my hand. She guided it down and placed it right between her legs.
"I don’t know whether you can feel this," she whispered. "But I have been trying to keep this at bay, and it’s hard."
Her pulse throbbed against my palm through the damp fabric of her clothes, fast and electric. Every self-imposed boundary I’d built over the past few weeks dissolved in a single second.
"Elvie..." Her name escaped my chest like a bruised confession.
I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. The friction of her body against mine, the raw honesty in her eyes, shattered whatever was left of my control. If she wanted to lose herself tonight, I was going to let her and I was going to fall right along with her.
My fingers flexed against her skin, drawing a sharp, ragged breath from her lips. She leaned into me, her hands clutching at my shoulders.
"Look at me," I commanded softly, bringing my free hand up to cup her face, my thumb tracing the curve of her cheek, wiping away a stray drop of rain. "If we do this, there’s no turning back tomorrow. No pretending this didn’t happen."
"I don’t want to turn back," she breathed, her forehead coming to rest against my left shoulder. "Just don’t let go."
That was all the permission I needed. I swept her up into my arms, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist, and carried her out of the cold air and straight upstairs.
The bedroom door hit the wall with a soft thud as I kicked it shut behind us. I set her down gently, dropping down to my knees and locking my eyes on hers.
"Hands up," I commanded.
Elvie obeyed, raising her arms over her head. I grabbed the hem of her soaked jacket and the wet top beneath it, pulling them both up and off in one swift motion before tossing the cold, dripping heap onto the floor.
Now, she sat in front of me in just her wet bra. My breath hitched in my throat as I stood there, taking in the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her pale skin glistening under the dim light.
Fuck! Temptation sure is real.
My fingers caught the waist of her soaked jeans. I unbuttoned them slowly, the friction of the denim against her skin agonisingly slow as I slid them down her legs.
With every passing second, with every inch of her skin exposed to me, my cock kept growing harder, straining painfully against my pants. Every instinct inside me screamed to stop being gentle. If it were up to my base impulses, I wouldn’t waste another second. I would pounce on her, take her right here, and consume every drop of her.
But I forced myself to restrain the beast raging inside my chest. She was fragile right now, and I needed to be gentle with her.
I tossed the wet jeans aside. I reached up, placed my hands behind her waist, and dragged her forward to the very edge of the bed.
I gripped both of her legs, my palms resting heavily against her thighs, parting them wider. Heat flared hotter in my eyes, burning through the dark as I stared up into her face.
"Tell me what you need," I growled softly, my grip tightening on her legs.
She looked down at me, her chest heaving, her eyes dark with a wild desire. "You. I need you, Cassian."
A smile curved up my lips. My hands moved up and with steady fingers, I shifted her panties to the side. Her breath hitched when I teased her wet center with the tip of my thumb. She bit her bottom lip, trying to hold it back, but a soft moan still slipped past her teeth.
I played with her for a moment, circling slowly, building the tension until I slid one finger inside her.
"Ah!" Elvie gasped, her head falling back as her hands flew out to grip my arm tight.
Damn. Just the feel of her hands squeezing my arm was enough to send a burning heat straight to my cock.
She was incredibly tight—so tight that it made my mind race. Has any man ever been with her before? Did Asher, the bastard she had been crying over ever touch her like this? The thought that I might be the first man to ever be inside her sent a thrill of raw excitement through my blood.
I pulled my finger out slowly and dipped it back in again. Elvie let out small, soft moans again but it wasn’t enough for me. I don’t want soft sounds. I needed to hear her whimper. I needed her to moan my name so loud the whole room could hear it.
I stopped moving and looked up, locking my eyes right on hers. "Tell me how you want me to touch you," I said, my voice deep and rough. "And if you want to moan, don’t hold it in. Moan for me so I can hear you clearly."
I plumped my finger inside her again just to get the reaction I want from her. Her lips parted. "Cassian..." she whimpered, her voice breaking. "Please... just don’t stop. Faster. Please go faster."
Hearing my name on her lips like that hit me like a physical blow. "That’s it," I growled, sliding two fingers back inside her, deeper this time. "Let me hear you."
I established a fast, steady rhythm, working my fingers in and out of her wet pussy. She arched her back off the bed, her fingers digging so hard into my shoulders that her nails bit into my skin.
"Cassian! Ah... right there!" This time, she didn’t try to hold anything back. A loud moan tore from her throat, filling the quiet bedroom.
The sound of her screaming my name drove me crazy. My body was burning, my cock so hard it felt like it was going to burst through my pants. Watching her undoing right in front of me, listening to her cry out for me and only me, was the most addictive thing I had ever experienced.
"Look at me, Elvie," I demanded, speeding up my movement even more, driving her right over the edge. "Tell me who is making you feel like this."
"You," she sobbed out, her thighs trembling wildly against my hands as her body began to shake. "You, Cassian! Oh god, Cassian!"
I continued pushing my fingers in and out, my own cock growing more harder.
"Cassian... I think I’m..." Her voice cracked, a desperate sob catching in her throat as she gripped my arms with everything she had.
"Yes, cum for me," I growled, locking my eyes with hers as the heat between us boiled over. "Get that orgasm for me, Elvie."
I drove into her faster, pushing her past her limit until her entire body went taut. A loud, sharp cry tore from her lips. "Cassian!" Her body buckled and she came completely undone, her muscles clenching wildly around me.
She slumped back against the mattress, her breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps. Her legs started to drift closed from exhaustion, but I placed my hands on her knees, pressing them apart to keep her open for me.
"I’m not done with you yet,"
She might have thought that was it. She had asked me to make her moan, asked me to give her an orgasm and I was going to make sure this was the best moment of her life.
Lowering myself between her thighs, I leaned down to taste her, my tongue gliding across her wet skin.
"Ah! Cassian, wait—" she gasped out, her head rolling back as a fresh wave of sensation hit her, her fingers instantly tangling into my hair.
The taste of her drove me out of my mind. Every instinct screamed at me to take more, to push harder, but I stayed right there, giving her every second of pleasure she had asked for.
I lapped at her sensitive skin, taking in every drop of her cream while she squirmed beneath me, completely overwhelmed. Her hips twitched, trying to pull away from the intensity, but my hands remained locked firmly on her thighs, keeping her right where I wanted her.
"Cassian, please... it’s too much," she whimpered, her hands tightening in my hair.
"Stay still for me," I muttered against her pussy, not giving her a single second to catch her breath.
Her overstimulated body couldn’t handle the direct contact. "Ah!Fuck... Cassian!"
Listening to her break down like this, fed the dark hunger inside me. She had come to my door broken and crying over another man, but right now, in this bed, no one existed. There was only me, the sound of her screaming my name, and the way her body trembled helplessly under mine.
I swept my tongue over her one last time before slowly lifting my head. Her eyes were unfocused, her lips parted as she gasped for air, her skin flushed red from head to toe.
I shifted up her body, resting my weight on my forearms as I hovered over her. My cock throbbed painfully, practically screaming to thrust into her pussy, but seeing her look up at me like this—wrecked, exposed, and entirely mine, was pure torture in the best way possible.
"Look at me, Elvie," I said, my voice thick and raspy as I brushed a strand of damp hair away from her face. "Tell me who just gave you the best orgasm of your life?"
Her hazy eyes slowly focused on mine, completely wrecked by what had just happened between us. Her lips trembled as she fought to draw enough air into her lungs to answer. "You," she whispered, her voice raw and barely audible over the sound of her heavy breathing. "You, Cassian."
"Good girl," I rasped, leaning down until my lips brushed the shell of her ear. "Don’t ever forget it."
I shifted slightly, letting her feel every inch of how hard she had made me. I wasn’t going to press her any further tonight. She was spent, exhausted, and barely holding on to consciousness.
But as her arms crept weakly around my neck and her head settled against my chest, a dark, possessive satisfaction settled deep in my gut.
She was in house, breathing my air, and calling my name. I knew that tonight was just the beginning, and I wasn’t letting her go.