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Fuck, she was sweet and salty, her arousal coating my lips as I devoured her.

"No... stop, Cassian, you bastard!" she cursed, voice breaking, but her hips bucked up, grinding against my face. That only spurred me on. I gripped her ass, pulling her closer, tongue thrusting inside her, circling deep, rough and unrelenting.

She twisted, saying, "Don't... I hate you," but her body arched, thighs clamping my head, urging me deeper.

I added fingers, two plunging in while my mouth worked her clit, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to make her yelp. "Fucking liar," I mumbled against her, voice muffled, lapping faster, feeling her drip down my chin.

Her protests turned to whimpers, "Asshole... stop teasing," which lit me up. I went harder, tongue flicking mercilessly, fingers curling to hit that spot over and over. She trembled, curses mixing with moans, "You prick... oh God, no..." but her hands pulled me in, not away.

I felt her tighten, walls pulsing around my fingers as I sucked her clit into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue. She shattered with a cry, body convulsing, a rush of wetness flooding my mouth as she came hard, thighs shaking, breath heaving. I didn't stop right away—licked her through it, drawing out every quiver, her small climax leaving her limp and gasping. Rising, I wiped my mouth, grinning at her dazed eyes, the roughness only heightening the fire between us.

Feeling her melt, I scooped her up, slamming her against the door. Her legs wrapped my waist, trench coat slipping off, skin hot against my bare chest. I kissed her neck, collarbone, every inch like reclaiming her.

"Luna..." I panted, murmuring low. "I was wrong. Don't leave again. Please."

She didn't answer, tears splashing my face, burning my chest.

I carried her, stumbling to the bedroom, and laid her on the bed. Hair fanned across the pillow, soft like six years ago. I hovered over her, kissing her deeper, grabbing her hand, and guiding it down to feel my hardness.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I positioned myself, sliding into her slowly, inch by inch. The tight, familiar heat gripped me, and my mind went blank—fuck, it was too much, almost mademe come right then. I groaned, burying my face in her neck, arms wrapping her tight as I bottomed out.

"God, Luna, you're so fucking tight... missed this pussy so much." I started moving, slow thrusts at first, savoring every clench, her warmth pulling me deeper. Her expression—eyes half-lidded, lips parted in a mix of resistance and need—drove me crazy, made me pick up speed.

I rocked harder, hips slamming, whispering filthy shit in her ear to unleash the years of pent-up bullshit. "You feel that? That's me owning you again, baby. Fuck, you're dripping for my cock... take it all, you little tease."

She moaned, body arching to meet me, her reactions fueling my frenzy—nails raking my back, urging me on. I gripped her hips, pounding deeper, the slap of skin echoing, sweat slicking us both.

"Six years I jerked off thinking of this... your tight little cunt squeezing me dry. Shit, you're gonna make me lose it." The madness built, my thrusts turning wild, raw passion taking over—grunting with each drive, her gasps egging me on, the heat between us explosive.

I kissed her roughly, tongue invading, hands roaming her curves, pinching and teasing. "Tell me you missed this dick, Luna... fuck, you're so wet, so ready for me." Every word vented the rage, the longing, turning it into this heated storm. I sped up, feeling her pulse around me, her body yielding, responding, pulling me toward the edge.

Rain pounded outside, like a soundtrack for us.

I'd never felt so full inside.

Tonight, I'd make her know—I was hers forever.

Chapter Thirteen

Luna

Cassian carried me to the bed, but my mind kept replaying the scene from moments ago.

He stood in front of me, soaked through. He peeled off his shirt, exposing the lines of his chest and abs.

One glance, and my throat tightened. I hated that feeling.

I struggled to push him away. Things were spiraling out of control.

His breath hit my face, scorching hot. Our bodies pressed too close; I felt his hardness against my belly. That familiar heat ignited like fire.

I shoved him, but he didn't budge. My body betrayed me. Over six years, plenty of guys had tried, but I'd never been interested.

But Cassian's touch and scent? They melted me instantly, my heart racing wild.

He dipped his head, kissing me roughly. Then lower.

I wanted to fight, to slap him. But as his kisses landed with regret and destructive hunger, I realized with horror that my body responded, damn it.