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“Always, Mila,” he vowed, and with a shared look of anticipation, we moved together into the dance of heated lovemaking, ready to claim and be claimed in the most primal of ways.
I arched beneath him, his grip on my wrists both firm and exhilarating. Cass pinned me down, the restraint sending a shiver of lust through me. His cock teased at my entrance, and I couldn’t help but squirm, seeking the fulfillment only he could provide.
“God, you make me so fucking hard,” he muttered, pushing into me slowly, deliberately, until he was buried to the hilt. He stayed still for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size.
“Move, Cass,” I begged, desperate for more. “Fuck me.”
He obliged, pulling back before driving into me with a passion that left no room for doubt: each encounter with him was the best sex ever. I couldn’t contain myself—my hands roamed over the planes of his back, feeling the muscles work as he moved within me.
“Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock,” he whispered hoarsely, his dirty talk stoking the fire within me.
“Harder,” I urged, tilting my hips to meet his thrusts. “You feel amazing.”
Cass’s rhythm intensified, and I reveled in the sensation of being thoroughly possessed by this man. Then, without warning, he flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling my hips up to meet his. He owned me from behind, his brutal pace igniting a wild heat within me.
“Like that?” he growled, landing a sharp slap on my ass that sent a jolt of pleasure-pain coursing through me.
“Fuck, yes!” I cried out, pushing back against him, loving the raw power he wielded. His dirty words were like fuel to my flames.
“Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you like this,” he demanded, punctuating his words with another slap that had me crying out for more.
“More than anything,” I panted, the blend of our slick bodies and his relentless pursuit of my pleasure pushing me toward the edge. “Don’t stop, Cassius. Please.”
His hands gripped my hips, his movements unyielding as he brought us both closer to the precipice. With every thrust, with every filthy word whispered into my ear, I knew I belonged to him—body, heart, and soul.
“God, Cassius,” I panted, my back arching as he drove into me with a ferocity that left no space for thought, only feeling. His cock pulsed within me, every vein and ridge a perfect torment against my inner walls.
“Come for me, Mila,” he urged and I submitted.
The tension within me snapped, and a cry of ecstasy tore from my throat as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
He groaned, claiming me with each pulsating thrust of his throbbing cock, moving in perfect harmony with my own spasms. We lost ourselves completely, our bodies twining together in an embrace that was as much about emotional surrender as it was physical pleasure. Our gasping breaths mingled, the raw power of our love transcending the boundaries of our flesh.
“Mine,” he whispered fiercely, sealing the vow with the depth of his strokes.
In the afterglow, we lay entwined, our sweat-slicked bodies still joined, unwilling to sever the connection just yet. The room’s air was thick with the scent of sex and the warm musk of our sated desires. Cassius’s strong hands continued their tender exploration, tracing the contours of my spine, dipping into the dimples at the base of my back before gliding over the curves of my hips.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his touch reverent as though he were memorizing every inch of me.
I marveled at the sensation of his firm muscles beneath my fingertips, the juxtaposition of his strength and gentleness leaving me awestruck. He was a man who could bring the world to its knees, yet here he was, worshipping at the altar of my body as if I were the one with all the power.
“Every time with you is like discovering a new universe,” I confessed. “How do you make me feel like this?”
“Because you are my universe,” he replied, his eyes locked on mine, filled with stars and promises. “And I intend to spend a lifetime exploring every last corner of it.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Mila
My eyelids fluttered open to the unfamiliar ceiling of Cass’s penthouse, a vast expanse above me. Sunlight crept through the slats of the blinds, dust motes dancing in the lazy beams as consciousness nudged me awake. I shifted, feeling the warmth of his arm draped over my waist, his breath steady against the back of my neck. The sheets whispered against my skin as I turned to face him, his features relaxed in sleep, a rare vulnerability on display.
“Cass,” I murmured, though I hadn’t meant to speak.
His eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. “Morning, Mila.”
I traced the line of his jaw with my finger, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. But as the city’s distant hum intruded upon our cocoon of serenity, a tide of conflicting emotions washed over me. The elation from last night’s surrender mingled with a pang of uncertainty.
“How are you feeling?” His voice was soft, eyes searching mine for clues.
