Page 17 of A Sinful Gravity

She bit her lip, shaking her head at first, but her thighs parted wider. I added a third finger, stretching her, my pace relentless. The anger in my gut twisted into raw need, my cock throbbing painfully against her thigh.

"Say it," I snarled, free hand yanking her dress down to expose her breasts. I leaned in, sucking one nipple hard, teeth scraping. She cried out, body trembling.

"Feels... good," she finally gasped, voice breaking.

That was it—her surrender fueled me. I released her wrists, but only to hoist her legs around my waist, grinding my erection against her core. "That's right. Now show me how much you want it."

Luna's hands clutched my shoulders, nails digging in, not pushing away anymore. She rocked against me, breath coming in pants. I unzipped my pants, freeing myself, the head of my cock nudging her entrance.

"Beg for it," I said, teasing her with shallow thrusts, just the tip sliding in and out.

Her eyes met mine, hazy with lust, and she whispered, "Please... Cassian, fuck me."

God, that broke something in me. I slammed into her fully, burying deep in one brutal stroke. She screamed, walls gripping me tight, and I didn't hold back—pounding hard, the window rattling behind us with every thrust.

I gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, angling to hit that spot that made her shatter. "This what you need?" I growled, one hand sliding between us to rub her clit in time with my hips. She nodded frantically, moans spilling free, her body meeting mine thrust for thrust. Sweat slicked our skin, her breasts bouncing with the force. I captured her mouth again, tongues battling as I fucked her senseless, anger bleeding into pure, animal hunger.

"Come for me, Luna. Let go." She did—clenching around me, back arching off the glass, a keening cry escaping as her orgasm ripped through her.

But I wasn't done. I pulled out, spun her around to face the window, her palms slapping the glass for support. I entered her from behind, deeper this time.

"Look out there," I rasped, hand wrapping her hair, tugging her head back. "The world's watching, but you're mine."

My other hand roamed her front, pinching nipples, then dipping to circle her oversensitive clit. She pushed back against me, ass grinding, taking every inch.

"Harder," she demanded, voice husky, and fuck, that turned me feral. I obliged, slamming in with punishing rhythm, balls slapping her skin. The build-up was electric—her second climax building fast, pulling me with her.

I felt her shatter again, pulsing around my cock, and it tipped me over. I turned her around to face me, looking into her dazed eyes. I thrust in and slammed hard, burying deep as I came, filling her, our bodies locked in that fierce union.

I felt her tremble in my arms, sinking from forced to surrender, finally clinging to my back in despair.

I didn't know how long it lasted, only that at the end, she bit my shoulder, muffling her cries, then went limp.

I collapsed too.

Lying on her, our heartbeats pounding together.

Silence stretched.

"Sorry," I said first, voice buried in her neck. "For today. Sorry."

She didn't speak, but her fingers twitched on my back.

I lifted my head. Her eyes were still red, but the emptiness was gone. "I promise, it won't happen again."

She looked away.

I turned her face back. "Look at me. I mean it. From now on, whatever happens, I'll hear you first."

Of course, I'd weigh priorities, but no need to say that now.

She met my eyes, complicated as hell.

"I'm out for three days," I went on. "Back for your birthday. I'll—" I paused. "Give you a real surprise. Promise."

To make up for the anniversary, too.

Her lashes fluttered.