Page 86 of A Sinful Gravity

My eyes heated up.

He went quiet, just watched me. Tears glistened, but he held 'em back.

The air shifted.

Candlelight warmed his outline. He rose slowly, came around the table, and stood by me. Didn't touch, just leaned down, face near my ear.

"Luna, I miss you," his voice a whisper, breath hot on my skin. "Missed you six years. Every damn day. Drove me nuts."

I shivered hard. Goosebumps raced from my neck to my ankles. Breathing went ragged, heart pounding like a drum.

He stayed there, nose almost brushing my earlobe. Waiting—like for me to shove him off, or... pull him in.

I wrestled with it forever. Felt the dangerous pull.

Sense said push him away, say it's too late. But deep memories, fueled by booze, screamed wild. Brain flashed six-year-old pain, but more his recent restraint, apologies.

These six years, I'd shut out every guy, turned myself to cold stone. But now, Cassian was fire, hitting my weakest spot dead on.

My body heated honest, core tightening, thighs going weak.

I was done holding back.

I turned my head, lips grazing his jaw. His breath hitched.

Next second, he kissed me.

Not the brutal taking like last time, but probing, restrained deep. Tongue tip brushed my lips, asking for entry. I parted slightly, he slipped in, tangled with mine.

I froze a beat, then wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers in his short hair.

He groaned low, hands on my waist, lifted me from the chair. My legs hooked his hips, and he carried me to the living room, kissing all the way, steps stumbling but steady.

From couch to bedroom door, we kissed on, clothes dropping. I yanked his shirt open, buttons popping. My palm hit his chest—heart racing scary fast.

In the bedroom, he set me gently on the bed, knelt at the edge, kissed my collarbone and chest. Each one light as a feather, but burned me shaking.

"Luna, you're so beautiful," his voice wrecked hoarse, lips on my belly. "Especially dancing. I wanted to storm the stage, carry you off. You have no idea how hot you are."

Cassian trailed kisses upward, his tongue swirling over my most sensitive spots, teasing and tasting every inch until he reached my breasts. I dug my fingertips into his shoulders, nails biting skin as waves of heat crashed through me.

He peeled off my clothes one by one, handling each piece like it was priceless, his eyes devouring me with raw hunger. His hands were steady but reverent, slipping my top away, then my bra, exposing me fully.

He paused, breath ragged, just staring like I was a masterpiece he'd waited years to unveil. Then his fingers dipped lower, probing between my thighs, rubbing slow circles that made my core clench and pulse.

I gasped, arching into his touch, my breath coming in shaky pants. "Cassian..." I whimpered, thighs squeezing his hand involuntarily, desperate for more pressure, more of him.

He chuckled low, dark, his free hand stroking my hip. "Relax, baby," he murmured, voice thick with need. "Let me take care of you."

But I couldn't—every stroke built the ache, my hips bucking against his fingers as he delved deeper, thumb circling my clit while two fingers curled inside, hitting spots that had me moaning louder, body trembling. Sweat beaded on my skin, and I clutched at him, nails scraping his back.

He watched my face, eyes dark with lust, speeding up just enough to push me to the edge without tipping over. "God, you're so wet for me," he growled, leaning in to nip my earlobe. His cock, hard and throbbing, strained against his pants, but he held back, focusing on me.

Finally, he freed himself, his length hot and rigid, and started rubbing it slowly against my slick folds. The friction was torture—delicious, agonizing—his tip sliding up and down, teasing my entrance without entering. I writhed under him, hips grinding back, the need building to a fever pitch.

"Please," I begged, voice breaking, legs spreading wider as the sensation drove me wild, every nerve screaming for him to fill me. He groaned, sweat glistening on his forehead, his control fraying as he kept the slow, deliberate grind, making me ache and beg until I was a mess of want beneath him.

I clutched the sheets, voice shaking. "Cassian..."