Elvie
"Fuck!" My head rolled back as a breathy moan broke from my lips. I was sitting on top of Cassian, my legs saddled on both sides of his thighs as I ride him. A sharp wave of pleasure shot straight through my core, making my chest rise and fall in ragged gasps.
"Yes... yes...Cassian... please," I cried out, my voice trembling as I dugged my nails into the skin of his shoulder.
Cassian’s hands clamped hard onto my hips, anchoring me to him as he thrust upward to match my exact pace. The sound of his palm slapping against my ass filled the quiet room, sending a jolt of heat down my spine. His grip was tight, possessive, leaving no space between us.
We had only gone out to the pool to relax and enjoy the clear water after looking around the villa. Afterward, we dried off and sat down for a quiet dinner on the deck, watching the sun dip low over the ocean. But somewhere between the soft twilight, the quiet breeze, and the way his eyes never left me, everything shifted. One simple kiss after dinner turned into a spark, and then his hands were everywhere on my body, until we ended up here on the giant bed.
Cassian growled low in his throat, his eyes fixed onto mine as he pulled me down closer against his broad chest. His fingers dug deeper into my hips, driving us together in faster, harder pushes that took my breath away entirely.
"Look at me, Elvie," he commanded, his voice raspy and thick with raw desire. "Tell me who you belong to."
My mind was completely hazy, lost in the overwhelming heat of his touch. I don’t know how many times I have said that to him. He always wants to be assured that I am his. What he doesn’t know is I have longed given my heart and soul to him. Completely.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, pressing my lips against his jaw as I gasped for air. "Yours," I whispered, my voice breaking softly. "I’m all yours, Daddy."
His hand moved from my hip to the back of my neck, tilting my head back while his other arm locked around my waist. He flipped us over in one swift, seamless motion, pinning me flat against the soft mattress beneath him.
The change in position was so sudden it made my head spin. He hovered over me, his massive frame completely blocking out the rest of the room. The weight of him pressing down on me felt intense, heavy, and completely suffocating in the best way possible.
"Say it again," he growled, his voice dipping into a command that sent a fresh shudder straight to my core. He didn’t move, positioning himself at my front just to torment us both. "Say it."
I looked up into his eyes, my hands reaching up to trace the broad line of his shoulders. My heart was pounding so hard against my ribs I thought it might burst right through my chest.
"I’m yours, Cassian," I panted, lifting my hips slightly, silently begging him not to stop. "Only yours."
A slow, possessive smirk touched the corner of his lips. In one movement, he plumped into me, deep and relentless, shattering whatever sanity I had left into tiny pieces.
My back arched off the bed as the world blurred into a haze of heat, heavy gasps, and the overwhelming feeling of being completely claimed by him. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, clinging to him as Cassian sends my body to a world of pleasure.
**
My eyes opened to the morning sunlight was filtering softly through the large glass doors. I let out a long yawn and stretched, my hand automatically reaching out to the other side of the bed finding it empty.
I pulled the covers up over my naked body and sniffled. Cassian’s scent hit me right away—mixed with the faint smell of ocean air and the heat of last night.
An ache ran through my legs as I shifted under the blanket. We had stayed up almost all night, tangled up in each other until the early hours of the morning. My whole body felt heavy, soft, and completely worn out.
"Good morning, little birdie." I turned my head toward the low, smooth voice. Cassian was walking over to the bed, holding a mug in his hand. He was completely bare-chested, his broad shoulders and black hair looking dangerously good in the early morning light.
He bent down and pressed his lips against mine. The sweet, warmth of his mouth instantly sent a spark straight to my stomach, making my heart flutter awake all over again. I lifted my hand to touch the back of his neck, wanting to pull him closer and deepen the kiss, but Cassian pulled back with a quiet smirk. "Coffee," he said softly, handing me the mug.
I took it from him, wrapping both hands around the warm ceramic. I tried my best to keep my eyes on the steaming drink and not let them linger on his bare chest.
"How long have you been up?" I asked, my voice still raspy from sleep.
"An hour or two," he replied, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. "I wanted to let you sleep."
I nodded slowly and took a warm, slow sip of the coffee, letting the rich taste settle on my tongue while the soft sound of the waves washed in from the balcony outside.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked.
"Like a log," I murmured, a soft blush warming my cheeks as memories of last night flashed through my mind. "Though I don’t think my legs are ever going to work again."
Cassian let out a low, rumbling laugh that vibrated against the mattress. He set his cup down on the nightstand, leaning over to trace a thumb gently across my bottom lip.
"Well, you better get some strength back," he said, his voice dipping into that smooth, commanding tone. "Because I have the entire day planned for us."
I looked up at him over my mug, my interest piqued. "Oh yeah? What are we doing?"
"First, breakfast," he replied, rising from the bed in one fluid motion. "Then we’re going out on the lagoon."
He walked over to the glass doors leading out to the balcony, sliding them open to let the fresh ocean breeze fill the room. The sight of his bare back and the smooth lines of his muscles took my breath away all over again.
I took another long sip of my coffee, feeling the warm liquid wake me up from the inside out.
"I’ll get ready then," I said, swinging my sore legs over the side of the bed and clutching the sheet tightly around my chest.
Cassian turned his head slightly, giving me a slow, possessive look as I stood up. "Take your time, little birdie. The ocean isn’t going anywhere."
After a quick shower, I walked out to a whole absolute feast for breakfast. A few familiar things I recognized, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and toasted bread—but right next to them were bowls filled with strange, bright fruits I had never seen in my life. Some were deep pink with green spikes, others were sliced open to reveal star-shaped yellow centers, and there was a small bowl of thick, sweet coconut cream.
"Do you like it?" Cassian asked watching me closely over the rim of his mug, his gaze trailing every movement of my hands and every expression on my face as I swallowed the food.
"I love it," I said, wiping a bit of cream from the corner of my mouth. "I don’t even know what half of these fruits are called, but everything tastes amazing."
I leaned forward on the table, resting my chin in my hand as I looked out at the bright blue water surrounding us. "So, tell me... what else is there to do in Bora Bora? Is the whole island like this?"
A small, amused smirk touched his lips at my curiosity. "We have plenty of time. I’m going to take you to visit a lot of places around the lagoon, so you’ll get all your answers soon enough."
I grinned, my chest buzzing with excitement. His phone then began to ring on the table. Cassian picked it up, checked the screen, and his face instantly turned serious. "Excuse me for a moment," he said, rising from his chair.
He walked over to the glass doors, keeping his voice low as he answered the call.
With Cassian busy, I picked up my own phone. The screen was flooded with crazy, teasing messages from Gemma.
Gemma: Did you survive the flight?? Send pics right now or I’m calling the police!!
I giggled, shaking my head. Yesterday had been such a whirlwind of travel, and last night had turned so wild and steamy with Cassian that I hadn’t even thought about checking my phone.
I opened my camera roll and picked a few photos I had snapped one of the clear blue water right under our villa floor, and another of the breathtaking ocean view from the balcony, including the feast in front of me and sent it to her.
Her reply came back almost instantly, the typing bubble popping up before I could even set my phone down.
Gemma: OH MY GOD. ELVIE.
Gemma: Are you in actual heaven?? Look at that ocean! And the food! Tell me Mr. Tall Dark and Powerful is treating you like the queen you are.
A warm smile spread across my face as I typed back.
Elvie: It’s even more beautiful than the pictures. And yes... he really is.
Gemma: I knew it! Enjoy every single second, girl. Take a million more photos for me!
Elvie: Yes I will. Talk later!
I locked my phone and set it back on the wooden table, my heart feeling light and full.
Looking over at the glass doors, I noticed Cassian was still on the phone. His back was turned to me, his stance tall and rigid. Even from behind, I could tell the call was serious. His jaw was clenched tight, and his free hand was shoved deep into his pocket as he listened to whoever was on the other end.
Work never really stopped for him, even when we were miles away from home on an island.
After another minute, he lowered the phone, ended the call, and slid the device into his pocket. He walked back over to the table and stood behind my chair, leaning down to place a soft, warm kiss on the top of my head. His hands settled gently on my shoulders, squeezing them lightly.
"Sorry about that," he murmured, his thumb rubbing small circles against my skin. "Just some business back home that needed my attention."
I reached up, placing my hand over his. "Is everything okay?"
"Everything is fine now," he said smoothly, stepping around to look down at me with a rare, quiet tenderness. "Now... are you finished with your breakfast, little birdie?"
I looked down at my plate, which was completely clean except for a few fruit seeds. "Yep, all finished."
"Good," Cassian said, a small, dangerous spark returning to his dark eyes. "Our boat is going to be here soon."