Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Luna
Cassian carried me to the bed, but my mind kept replaying the scene from moments ago.
He stood in front of me, soaked through. He peeled off his shirt, exposing the lines of his chest and abs.
One glance, and my throat tightened. I hated that feeling.
I struggled to push him away. Things were spiraling out of control.
His breath hit my face, scorching hot. Our bodies pressed too close; I felt his hardness against my belly. That familiar heat ignited like fire.
I shoved him, but he didn't budge. My body betrayed me. Over six years, plenty of guys had tried, but I'd never been interested.
But Cassian's touch and scent? They melted me instantly, my heart racing wild.
He dipped his head, kissing me roughly. Then lower.
I wanted to fight, to slap him. But as his kisses landed with regret and destructive hunger, I realized with horror that my body responded, damn it.
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.
Pleasure bloomed soft and intense, waves of it washing over me. I leaned into the window, the cool glass contrasting his heat, my breath fogging it as he kissed my back reverently.
The gentleness undid me and made me feel cherished, wanted in a way that cracked my walls. He picked up pace just enough, thrusts steady and loving, hitting deep spots that had me gasping.
"Come with me, Luna. Let go." Our bodies synced perfectly, tension coiling tighter until it snapped.
Ecstasy crashed through us together; I cried out as I clenched around him, pulsing with release, feeling him spill inside me with a guttural groan, holding me through every tremor.
We rode the high as one, breathless and connected, until we slumped against the glass, spent.
Cassian held me from behind, and I had no strength left, melting into his arms.
I didn't know how much time passed before my heartbeat slowed.
The rain still fell, but I couldn't stop thinking back to six years ago. After that dance, he'd pinned me against a window just like this.
My eyes welled up. Anger and hurt made me pull away from him.
I'd survived these six years alone, fought for this peaceful life, and he'd shattered it so easily.
"Baby..." Cassian saw me go and tried to follow.
"Don't call me that." I took a deep breath, grabbed a shirt, and slipped it on. "This doesn't change anything, Cassian. Let's call it... a proper goodbye."
I saw shock in his eyes, his face paling.
He clenched his fist, then released it. I expected anger, but it didn't come.
He just stood there a moment, then picked up his clothes from the floor and said softly, "I know this is all my fucked-up fault. I'm sorry. Luna, I got carried away."
"Sorry?" I looked at him. "Cassian, you know how many times you've said that to me? Before, earlier, in bed. But then what? You just do whatever the hell you want, whether I like it or not."
His face went paler.
"I really want to change—"
"Change what?" I cut him off. "Your temper? The way you jump to accusing me first? Or what you just—"
I stopped, didn't finish.
I was part of it too. My body betrayed me. It went soft when he touched me, responded to his kisses. That made me hate myself more, irritation surging.
He went quiet, then looked up. His eyes held regret, pain, and some vulnerability I couldn't read.
"My fault. I wanted you too much," he said, "Wanted you like crazy."
"It's pointless now." My voice was ice. "If you're really sorry, sign the divorce papers. I'll send you another copy."
"I won't sign." He said it quickly. "I swear, I'll change. I'll learn to love you right... and Laila. Give me a chance, okay?"
That lit the fire in me, and the hidden fear. How dare he bring up Laila?
I'd never let Laila have a father like him—unstable, arrogant, cold!
My voice rose, final. "Cassian, I don't want to see you again. Laila's not your kid. Leave us alone!"
He froze. "Luna..."
"Get out!"
His face turned ashen. He stood there forever.
Finally, he looked down, voice wrecked. "Okay. I'll go. But Luna, I'm not giving up."
He got up, grabbed his wet coat, and put it on. At the door, he glanced back, but I didn't look.