Elvie
I woke up with Cassian’s head resting heavily against my naked chest, his black hair messy against my skin. A small smile formed on my lips as I looked down at him in the quiet morning light.
Last night, he had been so surprisingly gentle with me. We only had one round, but the way he touched me, held me, and cherished every inch of my body was more than enough. Still, beneath all that sweetness, I could feel it. He was hiding something from me.
Truth be told, I was taken aback when he raised his voice at me last night. I was only worried about him. While he was gone, it took every ounce of strength in me not to call Asher myself and tell him to stop trying to coerce me back into his life. At one point, I even thought about blocking his number entirely, but I knew that would just make me look weak.
I made up my mind right then and there. Whatever sick games Asher was playing, I wasn’t going to let him get to me anymore. I needed to stand up for myself instead of always relying on Cassian to protect me.
Cassian stirred against my chest, his grip around my waist tightening just a fraction.
"Is it not too early for you to be overthinking?" he murmured in his sleep, his eyes still closed, his deep voice rough with morning exhaustion.
I looked down at him, and a sudden urge to run my fingers through his thick hair washed over me. I stretched my hand out and did exactly that, softly soothing my fingers through the dark locks at the back of his neck.
A low moan escaped his throat, vibrating against my skin. "If you keep soothing me like that," he growled softly, "I’m going to have to flip you over on this bed and fuck your little pussy."
His dirty words instantly sent a sharp wave of heat straight down between my legs. God help me, I could never get tired of having his hands on my body. Right now, I wanted nothing more than to spread my legs for him, to let him take me again, to moan his name and feel those crazy orgasms only he could give me.
But too bad we actually had somewhere to be. I ran my fingers through his hair one last time before gently pulling my hand away. "It’s Monday, Cassian. I need to get up and prepare for school."
Cassian slowly opened his eyes, fixing those intensely attractive dark orbs straight on me. "Does it really matter when I’m the professor?"
I chuckled, trying to push my body up off the mattress to get out of bed. "Oh, yes it does. Because I have another class before your second-period lecture."
The cool morning air immediately enveloped my bare skin as I swung my legs over the edge. My eyes landed on the floor, where the clothes from last night lay torn—Cassian had literally ripped them off me in his rush. I reached down, grabbing my panties from the side nightstand to pull them on.
Before I could even step foot on the carpet, a sudden gasp left my lips. Cassian’s strong arms swept around my waist and under my knees, effortlessly lifting my entire naked body off the bed and swinging me up into his chest.
"Cassian! What are you doing?" I gasp out, lightly slapping his broad chest with my hand.
A sinful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he held me tight, looking down at me with pure heat in his eyes. "I am fucking you before class," he said plainly, his voice smooth and unbothered. "That will serve as my breakfast today."
My breath hitched in my throat as he turned around and began carrying us straight toward the bathroom. This man was surely going to be the absolute death of me.
Cassian set me down on the edge of the marble sink, the cold stone startling against my bare skin. Before I could even protest, his warm, rough hands parted my thighs, stepping right between them to press his growing hardness against my damp lace.
"Cassian, we’re going to be late," I breathed, my hands resting on his broad shoulders. I tried to sound stern, but my voice trembled, completely ruining the effect.
"Let us be late," he growled, bending down to take my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss that consumed all my remaining resistance.
His tongue slid past my lips, tasting me, demanding everything I had to give. One of his hands moved to the back of my head, deepening the kiss, while the other slid up my inner thigh, hitching my leg over his hip. I let out a low moan into his mouth, my fingers entangling themselves in his hair, pulling him closer.
He broke the kiss just enough to trail hot, biting kisses down my jaw, along the sensitive column of my neck, down to my collarbone. Every touch left a trail of fire on my skin.
"You think too much, Elvie," he murmured against my pulse point, his thumb sliding under the edge of my panties, rubbing against my aching core. "In this house, in this room, on this sink... you only focus on me."
"I am focusing on you," I gasped, arching my back as his thumb found my sensitive spot, stroking in slow circles. Heat flared beneath my skin, my hips instinctively rising to meet his touch.
"Good," he whispered, a satisfied chuckle vibrating in his chest.
In one swift, fluid motion, he pulled the damp lace aside and pushed two fingers straight inside me. A gasp tore from my throat as my eyes flew open, staring up at the steam-fogged mirror behind him. He was relentless, pumping his fingers in and out at a pace that had my toes curling and my thighs trembling against his hips.
"Cassian... please..." I whimpered, clutching his bare arm as my breath hitches into short, frantic pants.
"Please what, little birdie?" he asked, his lustful eyes locking onto mine in the reflection, watching every micro-expression of pleasure wrecking my face. "Tell me what you want."
"Fuck me," I begged, discarding all my pride. "Fuck me before class."
A wicked grin spread across his features. He withdrew his fingers, slick and shining in the morning light, only to position his thick cock right at my entrance.
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself completely inside me, filling me so deeply I couldn’t even form a coherent thought.
My head fell back against the cold glass, a loud, helpless moan echoing through the tiled bathroom as he set a fast, punishing rhythm that erased the rest of the world entirely.
By the time I got to my bedroom, my skin was still warm, but the reality of the day came crashing back. I dressed quickly in a dark blue sweater and a white pleated skirt, trying to make myself look presentable after being thoroughly fucked by my professor.
I met Cassian downstairs me, looking completely restored in a charcoal suit, his dark hair combed back into place. Not a single trace of the chaotic morning showed on his face.
He slipped his silver watch onto his wrist. He reached out, grabbing his briefcase before looking at me. "Are you ready?"
"Yes," I replied, adjusting the strap of my school bag over my shoulder.
We didn’t bother to have breakfast not that I was hungry. Cassian had already quench my appetite for the morning with his finger and cock in my pussy.
The morning drive to the campus was surprisingly quiet. Cassian kept one hand on the steering wheel while his other rested firmly on my knee, his thumb tracing reassuring circles over my fabric-covered skin. He didn’t say a word, but his possessive grip communicated everything: You’re safe with me.
When he pulled into the university driveway, he stopped a short distance away from the main entrance. "I expect you in my lecture hall promptly for second period. Don’t be late, Elvie."
"I won’t be," I said softly, offering him a small, genuine smile.
I opened the car door and stepped out into the morning air. As the car pulled away toward the faculty parking lot, I took a deep breath, steeling my resolve. Whatever awaits me today, I am going to face it with my head held high.
When I got to class Gemma spotted me walking down the aisle, her eyes lit up. She slammed her laptop half-shut and patted the empty seat right beside her. "There you are!" Gemma whispered loudly as I slid into the chair, dumping my bag onto desk. "I was starting to think you were going to skip first period."
"I made it," I said, trying to settle my breathing and smooth down the front of my white skirt. "Traffic was just... a bit of a mess."
Gemma squinted at me, her eyes sweeping over my face, and the dark blue sweater pinned neatly around my neck. A wide, smirk slowly spread across her lips.
"Right... traffic," she teased, leaning in closer so the students around us couldn’t hear. "You look like you barely survived a hurricane, Elvie. And why are you wearing a sweater in this weather? Are you hiding something under there? Did Cassian-" she trailed off.
My heart skipped a beat, heat instantly flaring behind my ears as I remembered Cassian’s mouth trailing hot, biting kisses down my collarbone just an hour ago.
"I’m just cold," I lied quickly, reaching into my bag to pull out a notebook and pen just to give my hands something to do. "Stop staring at me."
"Okay, okay," Gemma giggled, holding her hands up in surrender. But her playful expression faded into something more serious as she glanced around the room and leaned in even closer. "By the way... did you hear the rumors going around the department this morning?"
I froze, my hand hovering over my blank notebook. "What rumors?"
"People are saying Asher’s dad is pushing for an emergency hearing today to question Cassian’s standing."