Page 55 of A Sinful Gravity

His lips trailed down my neck, rough and insistent, but when he dropped to his knees, everything shifted. Cassian pushed my thighs apart, his breath hot against my core. I gasped as his tongue flicked out, teasing my folds with deliberate strokes.

God, the way he devoured me—sucking, licking, like he was starving. My hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer even as I cursed myself. Pleasure shot through me, electric and overwhelming.

His mouth worked me relentlessly, circling my clit with expert pressure, then plunging inside, tasting every inch. I arched off the bed, moans escaping despite my resolve. It was too much. Waves of heat built fast, my hips bucking against his face. He groaned into me, the vibration sending shocks up my spine.

My mind screamed to stop, but my body craved it, thighs trembling as he added fingers, curling them just right. The intensity shattered my thoughts—pure, raw bliss flooding every nerve. I felt myself unraveling, lost in the slick heat of his assault.

His free hand gripped my ass, holding me steady as he pushed me higher. I couldn't think, couldn't fight. Ecstasy crashed over me, my cries echoing as I came undone under his mouth. But it wasn't enough. My core ached for more, pulsing with need, begging silently for him to fill me completely.

He didn't stop, drawing out every aftershock, leaving me a quivering mess. Damn him for knowing exactly how to break me like this.

After the heavy panting, my mind went blank. His passion nearly wiped out everything before.

When he scooped me up, my legs wrapped around his waist without thinking. He kissed me as he barged into my bedroom.

"Luna. Focus." Cassian had me on the bed already. Clothes littered the path from living room to here.

My heart pounded hard.

The bedroom stayed dark, just light spilling in from the living room. Cassian stared at me, desire raw in his eyes.

Neither of us spoke. Not sure who moved first, but next second, we crashed into a fierce kiss.

Cassian panted, like he wanted to swallow me whole. One hand pinned me down, the other guided mine to his lower belly. I felt his hot, throbbing length.

He thrust into me slowly at first, stretching me inch by inch, and I gasped at the fullness. God, it burned so good, like he was claiming every part of me.

"God, Luna, you're so fucking tight... missed this pussy so much," he growled against my ear, his voice filthy and low. "You feel that? That's me owning you again, baby. Fuck, you're dripping for my cock... take it all, you little tease."

Each word hit like a spark, making my body clench harder around him, the psychological rush amplifying the physical. He rocked deeper, his hips grinding in a rhythm that had me seeing stars, pulling out just enough to tease, then slamming back in, hitting that spot that made me whimper. I felt every ridge, every pulse of him inside, stretching and owning me.

"Six years I jerked off thinking of this... your tight little cunt squeezing me dry. Shit, you're gonna make me lose it." His dirty talk shredded my defenses, shame mixing with the building ecstasy. He sped up, thrusts powerful and unrelenting, our bodies slapping together in slick heat. My nails dug into his back as pleasure coiled tight, his words pushing me over the edge.

"Tell me you missed this dick, Luna... fuck, you're so wet, so ready for me." The stimulation doubled, body and mind surrendering to the overwhelming invasion, every motion dragging me deeper into bliss.

"Oh, Luna. My wife." Cassian panted, hovering by my ear.

I turned and bit him hard. "You're not my husband!"

I hated how I still craved him. Anger faded for now, replaced by raw need and desire, but I wouldn't give in.

"I. Fucking. Am." Cassian braced on his arms, annoyed, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. The shock of it stole my breath. I cried out, arms wrapping tight around his neck.

"I'm yours. Only ever yours." Cassian lifted me up.

He carried me to the window. When my hands hit the glass, the coolness made me shiver.

Cassian pressed against my back, his hands roaming possessively over my curves, teasing without mercy. His fingers traced my spine, dipping lower to cup my ass, spreading me open.

"God, Luna, you're dripping for me," he murmured, voice husky as he slid a finger along my slick folds, circling my entrance but not entering. I whimpered, pushing back against him, the ache building unbearable. He chuckled low, nipping my shoulder, then rubbed his hard length between my thighs, coating himself in my wetness. The friction drove me wild. Every glide against my clit sent sparks flying, my body trembling with need.

"You want it, don't you? Beg for me, wife." His free hand pinched my nipple, rolling it until I gasped, the mix of pain and pleasure making me grind against him desperately. He kept up the torment, lips on my neck, sucking marks into my skin while his cock teased my core, slipping just the tip in before pulling back.

I was a mess, moans spilling out, hips rocking for more. Finally, when I thought I'd shatter from frustration, he aligned himself and eased inside from behind, slow and deep.

The shift to gentleness hit me hard. His thrusts turned tender, deliberate, each one savoring the connection. He wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me close, like I was precious. "I've missed this, missed you," he whispered,voice breaking with emotion as he rolled his hips, filling me completely without the earlier frenzy.

It felt intimate, caring, his body moving in sync with mine, building a slow burn that warmed my soul. His hand slipped between my legs, stroking my clit in lazy circles, matching the rhythm.