30. Faye

30

FAYE

C assius carries me into our room, his strong arms wrapped securely around me. The celebration still echoes in my ears, but all I can focus on is him.

His scent fills my nostrils, igniting a hunger deep within me. I've spent all night stealing glances at him, admiring how the soft light caught the angles of his face, the broad expanse of his shoulders. Now, finally alone, I can't wait any longer.

He sets me down gently, my body sliding against his until my feet touch the cool stone floor. I reach up, my fingers brushing against the silky strands of his hair as I pull him closer.

Our lips meet in a soft, tender kiss that quickly turns frantic. His hands, strong and sure, grip my waist, pulling me against him. I can feel his desire, his need, mirroring my own. It's intoxicating, this dance of ours, a rhythm that only we know.

His fingers find the hem of my dress, the red fabric that had clung to my curves all night, teasing him, tempting him. He slides it up, his touch leaving a trail of fire on my skin.

I raise my arms, allowing him to pull the dress off, leaving me standing there in nothing but my underwear. His eyes, dark and intense, roam over my body, taking in every inch of me. I can feel his gaze, like a physical touch, and it sends shivers down my spine.

"Cassius," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "I want you."

I can see the desire in his eyes, but even more so, I can feel it in his essence. His energy pulses through me, reminding me of this new connection and driving me to want more.

I push Cassius back onto our bed, the hunger in his eyes matching my own. I straddle him, feeling the heat of his body against mine as I pull his tunic off. His muscles ripple under my touch, and I can't help but run my hands over his chest, tracing the lines of his scars.

I rock against him, feeling him harden beneath me. His breath hitches, and he grips my hips, guiding my movements. "That's it, sweetheart," he rasps, his voice low and husky. "Take what you want."

His words spur me on, and I slide off him, kneeling between his legs. I unlace his pants, my fingers brushing against his length. He groans, his hips lifting slightly.

I look up at him, my eyes locked onto his. "I want a taste of my mate," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

His hand fists in my hair, the grip tight but not painful. "Then taste me, Faye," he growls.

I lean forward, my tongue tracing the length of his shaft. He shudders, his grip on my hair tightening. I take him into my mouth, inch by inch, until he hits the back of my throat. I swallow, taking him even deeper, and he lets out a low groan, his hips thrusting up to meet me.

"Fuck, Faye," he growls, his hand fisting in my hair. "That's it, sweetheart."

His words send a pulse of heat between my legs. I can feel his desire, his need, through our bond. It's intoxicating, driving me to take him deeper, to suck harder.

His hips begin to move in rhythm with my mouth, his groans growing louder, more frequent. My heart picks up with excitement as his breath comes in short, sharp gasps.

"You feel so fucking good," he pants, his voice hoarse with desire. "Your mouth... fuck, it's perfect."

His words are dirty, raw, and they send a thrill through me. The way he growls out my name spurs me on. I want to make him feel good, to make him lose control.

I take him deeper, swallowing around him. He lets out a sharp hiss, his grip on my hair tightening. "Fuck, Faye," he growls. "You're going to make me come."

His words send a rush of heat through me. I can feel his pleasure, his excitement, and it's intoxicating. I only have one focus on my mind.

I take him deeper, sucking harder, and he lets out a low groan, his hips bucking up to meet me. "Holy shit, Faye," he growls as Iforce him down my throat. "Yes, fucking take it. I knew that smart mouth had a better use."

I can feel him tensing, his body on the verge of release. His hips are moving faster, stealing my air. It shouldn't be the turn on it is.

"That's it, sweetheart," he pants, his voice barely more than a growl. "Just like that. Fuck, you're so good. So fucking good."

I dig my hands into his thighs, gripping him as I bob faster. My throat works to accommodate him, squeezing tightly every time I swallow him back.

"Fuck, Faye," he growls, his hips bucking up to meet me. "I'm going to come. I'm so fucking close."

I can feel him on the verge of release, his body tensing, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. And I am eager to take every bit of it.

I take him deeper, and he lets out a low groan as I slide him all the way down my throat, hollowing out my cheeks as I suck him hard. "Fuck, Faye," he growls. "Yes, sweetheart. Yes?—"

He cuts off with a roar as his balls draw up, his cock pulsing as he shoots cum down my throat. I work to swallow him, watching as his abs contract with every drop he spills, and I can feel myself dripping.

I pop off of Cassius once he's finished, and he lets out another groan, letting go of my hair. Those dark eyes lift to mine, and my core pulses at what I see there. I've unlocked a beast.

Cassius growls, spinning me around and bending me over the bed. His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my flesh with a delicious, bruising force. I can feel his cock, rock hard and ready, pressing against my entrance.

"Is this what you want, sweetheart?" he rasps, his voice low and husky. "You want me to fuck you like this?"

A shiver runs down my spine, and I nod, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes," I manage to choke out. "Yes, please, Cassius."

He lets out a low chuckle, the sound sending a pulse of heat between my legs. "Beg for it," he demands, his voice stern and commanding. "Beg for my cock."

I can feel myself dripping, my body aching with need. "Please," I whimper. "Please, Cassius, I need you. I need you to fuck me. Hard."

He groans, his grip on my hips tightening. "That's it, sweetheart," he says, his voice strained. "That's what I want to hear."

And then, he slams into me, his cock filling me completely, stretching me in the most exquisite way. A gasp escapes my lips, morphing into a cry of pleasure as my hands fist the sheets beneath me.

He begins to move, his hips driving into mine with a force that steals my breath. His pace is relentless, each thrust pushing me higher and higher, igniting every nerve in my body. I can feel the pressure building, the edge of release tantalizingly close.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he growls, his voice hoarse with desire. The sound of it sends shivers down my spine. "So wet, so tight. Perfect for me."

His words send a rush of heat through me, intensifying the sensations coursing through my body. My orgasm builds, my muscles tensing as he continues to pound into me, each thrust deeper and more urgent than the last. I'm lost in the sensation, in the raw, primal connection between us.

"Come on, sweetheart," he pants, his voice barely more than a growl. "Come for me. I want to feel you come all over my cock."

His words push me over the edge, and I come with a scream, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. Cassius groans, his hips bucking wildly as he chases his own release.

As he gets close, I reach back, my hand running along the sensitive membrane of his wing. He shudders, a low hiss escaping his lips as I touch him, his wings fluttering beneath my fingers.

"Fuck, Faye," he growls, his voice barely more than a whisper. "You want me deep, sweetheart? You want me to fill you up?"

I nod, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I come down from my high. "Yes," I manage to choke out. "Yes, Cassius, I want you deep. I want you to come inside me."

Cassius thrusts deep one last time, his grip on my hips tightening as he finds his release. He groans, his body shuddering against mine as he pumps his essence into me. I can feel it, hot and claiming, filling me completely. I pant, my body trembling from the force of my own orgasm, my senses still reeling.

His lips press against my spine, soft and reverent. "I love you, Faye," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. "You're mine, sweetheart. All mine."

A thrill runs through me, one that's become familiar over the past few weeks. I've grown to crave it, this feeling of belonging to him. I roll over, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him close.

"You love me," I say, a smile playing on my lips. It's not a question, but a statement, a fact that still amazes me every time I think about it.

Cassius looks down at me, his dark eyes filled with an intensity that takes my breath away. "I do," he says, his voice serious, solemn. "I love you, Faye. More than words can express."

I reach up, my fingers brushing against his cheek. "I love you too, pretty boy," I whisper, my voice soft. "So much it scares me sometimes."

Cassius leans down, his lips capturing mine in a slow, deep kiss. I can taste myself on him, a heady mix of our combined pleasure. His tongue runs along my lower lip, teasing, tasting, before he pulls back, his eyes dark with desire.

"Good. Because I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart," he growls, his voice low and husky. His hand trails down my body, his fingers brushing against my sensitive flesh. I gasp, my body arching into his touch, already eager for more. "Not by a long shot."