Elvie
"You want me to fuck you, little birdie?" Cassian lifts me effortlessly onto his studio desk, his hand sliding up my inner thigh to spread me wide before his thick fingers sink deep inside my pussy.
I gasp, my body succumbing to him, "Look at your beautiful cunt all wet and ready for me." he whispered, leaning down to drag his lips against my ear, his dark voice dripping with filth.
"Now put your hands on my hips and take the damn cock. Let me hear every filthy sound you’ve been holding back for me."
I dropped to my knees right in front of him without hesitation. When I told him that I had been waiting for him for dinner, I hadn’t meant actual food. I had spent the evening thinking about him constantly. After watching that movie Gemma and I watched last time, my mind had been completely consumed by thoughts of Cassian, and the anticipation of him coming home had been driving me crazy all evening.
Even after our risky encounter in his office earlier, where the fear of getting caught was completely drowned out by how much I wanted him, I still couldn’t get enough.
I looked up, locking my eyes with his as my fingers worked to undo his belt and pull at his pants. Cassian’s jaw was clenched tight, a dark, heavy intensity filling his eyes as his cock sprang free against my touch.
The heat radiating off him was overwhelming, filling the quiet studio. I took a steadying breath, my hands working against his skin, completely ready to give him everything he wanted.
My hands moved over him, drawing a deep groan from his throat. I looked up at him, smiling when I noticed how tightly his jaw was clenched.
Cassian gripped my hair, his eyes fixed on mine. "Fuck, you’re so fucking good at it, little birdie."
I giggled at his words, unable to hide my amusement. I kept my eyes on his as his grip tightened slightly, his breathing becoming heavier.
And damn, I loved knowing I could have that effect on him.
The way he looked at me, like I was driving him out of his mind, only made me bolder. I had wanted his attention all evening, and now that I had it, I had no intention of letting it go.
His broad palm slid down from my hair to rest heavily against the back of my neck, his thumb caressing my skin with a possessive warmth that made my entire body hum.
"You like doing this to me, don’t you?" he murmured, his voice thick, dark, and laced with pure satisfaction.
"Maybe," I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes with a slow smile. "You spent all day acting like the stoic, serious professor. I like seeing you lose control."
His eyes snapped back down to mine, burning with a dangerous heat that made my heart leap into my throat. The corner of his mouth twitched into a wicked smirk.
"Is that so?" He tightened his grip on my neck, pulling me up off the floor until I was standing right between his legs, pressed flush against his broad chest. "You think you’re the one in control here, Elvie?"
My breath hitched as his other hand came around my waist, lifting me effortlessly to sit on the edge of the heavy desk. The cold wood beneath me contrasted sharply with the intense heat radiating off his body.
"I think I have your full attention," I murmured, my hands resting against his shoulders.
"You have more than that," Cassian growled softly, leaning in until his lips brushed against my ear. "You have all of it. And you’re going to pay for every second you spent teasing me."
A shiver ran down my spine, not from fear, but from the raw, intoxicating power of his focus on me.
He brought his mouth down on mine, drowning out every last bit of breath I had left. The kiss was heavy, deep, and possessive, tasting like the coffee he’d been drinking all day and the raw desire he’d been holding back.
My fingers tangled tight into the collar of his dress shirt, pulling him closer until there wasn’t a sliver of space left between us. I loved the weight of him pressing into me, the way his broad frame shadowed mine completely on top of the desk.
When he finally pulled back a fraction of an inch, both of our chests were heaving. His eyes searched my face, watching every tiny reaction as his hand slid up my thigh,
bunching the fabric of my dress in his grip.
"Say it, Elvie," he commanded softly, his voice a low rumble against my lips.
"Say what?" I whispered, my voice trembling slightly as his thumb stroked the soft skin of my inner knee.
"Tell me who you belong to."
A wicked little smile touched my lips despite the wild rhythm of my heart. I reached up, my hand tracing the sharp line of his jawline, feeling the tension locked inside him.
"Yours," I murmured softly, looking right into his eyes without flinching. "I’m yours, Professor."
Cassian let out a satisfied hum, his jaw relaxing just enough for a dangerous smirk to form. "Good girl," he growled, leaning back in to capture my lips once more, leaving no room for anything else in the world to exist except the two of us.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his gaze moving over my face. I tried to hold his stare, but the small, knowing smile that appeared on his lips made it difficult.
"What is it, Elvie?" he whispered. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?" I managed to ask.
"Like you have something you want to say to me."
I swallowed, shaking my head, but he didn’t look convinced. Instead, he pushed his finger inside my pussy making my lips to part in pleasure.
I instinctively reached for his arm, holding on to him as I tried to find the right words. He seemed to notice every little reaction, and the look in his eyes told me he wasn’t about to let me hide behind my silence.
"Cassian," I whispered, barely recognizing how breathless I sounded.
"Hmm?" He pressed a kiss to my cheek, then lingered near my ear. "Tell me what you want."
I turned my face towards his, meeting his gaze. "You. I want you, please." I cried out grinding my hips and he kept on pulsing his finger in and out.
His expression softened for a moment before that familiar hint of mischief returned. "You have to be a little more specific than that, sweetheart."
I let out a small, frustrated sound and tightened my hold on his arm. "You know what I mean."
I hated how he was teasing me. He knew I want him. So badly.
"I do," he admitted, his voice dropping. "But I want to hear you say it."
I opened my mouth to answer, only for a sudden, loud ringing to interrupt us.
The doorbell.
I blinked, momentarily distracted by the sound. It rang again, echoing through the house, and I turned my head towards the door.
"Someone is at the—"
"Let them keep ringing the bell," Cassian murmured, drawing my attention back to him.
"Cassian!" I cried out when his finger went too deep to my walls. Fuck! This is so fucking good.
"What?" he asked innocently, even though the amused glint in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing.
"The doorbell!"
"I heard it, Elvie."
"And you’re just going to ignore it?"
"For now." His gaze dropped briefly to my lips before returning to my eyes. "Unless you’re telling me you’d rather I stop."
I pressed my lips together, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an immediate answer. He waited, watching me with that infuriating patience of his, as though he had all the time in the world and no intention of making this any easier for me.
The bell rang again.
I bit my bottom lip, caught between the interruption at the door and Cassian’s unwavering attention. He noticed the gesture, of course, and his smile deepened.
"Careful, sweetheart," he whispered. "You’re making it very difficult for me to be a gentleman."
Cassini pulled me forward by the hips and was about to enter me when the heavy vibration of his phone buzzed violently in his pocket, instantly cutting through the intense heat.
He paused, his chest heaving as he reached into his trousers and pulled out the screen. One glance at the caller ID made his jaw lock tight into a hard, rigid line. "This asshole..." Cassian growled low, his voice laced with pure irritation.
He stepped back, breaking the physical contact so suddenly that the sudden absence of his warmth left me gasping. My breath hitched as he pulled up his pants and quickly adjusted his belt, his eyes snapping back to mine with an unyielding command. "Wait here,"
Without waiting for my answer, he turned on his heel and strode out of the studio, the door closing behind him with a sharp click.
I leaned back against the desk, my heart hammering against my ribs while my body throbbed from being cut off right at the edge. I took a shaky, uneven breath, trying to collect my scattered thoughts in the sudden silence of the room.
Downstairs, the doorbell chimed once more. I bit my lip, staring at the closed studio door and wondering who on earth could be at the front gate at this hour and who had just called him to interrupt us.