Page 139 of Crushed Vow

“Wait,” I gasped, pulling back. I sank to my knees, my hands finding his length, hard and warm.

I traced the tip with my tongue, tasting him, then took him fully into my mouth.

His groan was guttural, a sound that vibrated through me as I moved, sucking and teasing, my lips sliding over him.

His hand found my hair, fingers tangling gently, guiding me without force. “Yes... damn, love,” he rasped, his voice thick with pleasure.

I pushed deeper, gagging, driven by the need to give him this, to feel him unravel as I had.

His groans grew louder, his body tensing, and I knew he was close. But I wasn’t ready for this to end. I pulled back, and in an instant, he lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed me against the wall.

He entered me with a single, deep thrust, filling me completely. I moaned into his ear, “Cassian... please.”

He moved, slow at first, then faster, each thrust driving me higher, hitting that perfect spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. “Oh... Cassian... don’t stop...”

He didn’t. His pace quickened, his hands gripping my hips, slamming me against him with a rhythm that felt like salvation.

I was lost in him, in the heat, the fullness, the way he claimed every inch of me.

“Not yet,” I begged, my nails digging into his back, desperate to prolong this. “Please.”

“Anything for you, little Dove,” he murmured.

He slowed, his movements deliberate, then lifted me again, his hands fumbling slightly as he navigated the room.

He found the armchair by touch, laying me across it, my chest pressed into the soft leather, my hips arched toward him.

He entered me from behind, a new angle that sent a shockwave of pleasure through me.

I gasped, my body shuddering as he thrust deep, stretching me, filling me in ways that made me feel both broken and whole.

“Bite the pillow, dolcezza,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “I’m not holding back.” His thrusts grew harder, faster, each one reaching deeper, pushing me to the edge.

I clutched the cushion, my moans muffled as he drove into me, his hands gripping my hips with a desperation that mirrored my own.

“I love you, Charlotte,” he groaned, his voice raw, breaking on the words. “I fucking love you.”

His pace became frantic, his breath ragged, and I felt the crescendo building, my body trembling, teetering on the brink.

“Cassian...” I gasped, my voice fracturing as the wave crashed over me.

I shattered, my body convulsing, release flooding through me as I cried out, my voice echoing in the room.

He followed, his own release fierce and unyielding, his groan a primal sound as he spilled into me.

We collapsed together, panting, our bodies slick with sweat and the scent of sex heavy in the air.

He pulled me onto his lap, my naked body curling against his chest, his arms wrapping around me like a lifeline.

I buried my face in his neck, breathing him in, unwilling to let go just yet. “I can’t stay,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. “I have to go.”

He nodded, his face heavy with guilt.

After what felt like an eternity, I stood, my legs unsteady.

“I need to bathe,” I said, my voice small.

He rose, his movements careful as he felt for his discarded clothes.