Chapter 29 #2
The room wasn't brightly lit—only the flickering firelight from the fireplace danced across the walls. The air was thick with growing tension and desire. His gaze burned like glowing embers, melting away every bit of restraint I had built up over the past few months.
Suddenly, he lowered his head and kissed me. The kiss was possessive and demanding, yet laced with a tender relief of having me back. My hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, fingers threading into his slightly coarse hair.
His other hand trailed up my arm until our fingers interlaced.
He pinned my palm against the wall, gradually pressing his body weight against me.
I could clearly feel how hard he already was, the scorching, rigid length pressing against me through his pants.
The sensation made me unconsciously roll my hips.
"Don't move..." he growled through gritted teeth, though there was a hint of laughter in his voice. "If you keep doing that, I really won't care if Laila is right next door."
I rubbed against him again, my voice soft and teasing. "Then... will you or won't you?"
Cassian let out a low curse, suddenly pulling me tightly against him and pressing me harder against the wall.
His kiss turned fierce yet still controlled, his tongue claiming mine, sucking until my knees nearly gave out.
His hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, sliding directly onto the bare skin of my waist. His thumb traced slow, teasing circles over the sensitive dip at the small of my back.
His tongue invaded mine with raw hunger, sucking hard enough to buckle my knees.
I gasped into his mouth, fingers yanking his hair, pulling him deeper.
He groaned, the sound vibrating through me, and his hands roamed wild, sliding under my shirt, palms hot on bare skin, thumbs circling my nipples until they peaked stiff and aching.
I arched, grinding against his hardening cock, the friction sparking fire between my thighs.
"Fuck, Luna," he growled, breaking the kiss to nip my neck, teeth grazing just enough to sting deliciously. His hips bucked up, rubbing his thick length along my core through our clothes, making me soak my panties.
I clawed at his back, desperate, as he shoved my bra aside and pinched a nipple, rolling it hard. Pleasure shot straight to my clit, and I moaned loud, riding the pressure of his thigh pressed between my legs.
He captured my mouth again, tongues battling slick and messy, while his free hand dipped lower, cupping my ass and squeezing, fingers teasing the seam of my pants, inching toward the heat pooling there.
I bucked against him, friction building that electric hum, my body trembling on the edge.
"You're so wet for me already," he rasped, voice thick with need, as he ground harder, the rough drag of fabric against my swollen folds driving me wild.
I bit his lip, tasting salt, and he hissed, flipping us so I straddled him, his erection throbbing insistently against me.
We rocked together, breaths ragged, his hands everywhere—kneading my breasts, tracing my curves, pulling me down for more devouring kisses.
Sweat slicked our skin, the room thick with our mingled scents, every thrust and grind pushing me closer to shattering.
He whispered filthy promises in my ear, about how he'd fuck me senseless once alone, and I clenched around nothing, aching for him to fill me.
The intensity built, our bodies locked in a frantic rhythm.
I gasped in response, threading my fingers into his hair and pulling him down harder. The air between us grew scorching hot. Every brush and grind sent electric sparks through my body, making my legs so weak I was almost on the verge of sinking to my knees.
Just as his hand nearly slipped into my pants—
"Mommy! Daddy! What are you doing?"
Laila's bright voice cut from the living room.
We jolted apart like shocked. I fumbled buttons; Cassian snatched a cushion, hid his lap, stared out the window, pretending interest in the night.
Laila burst in, eyed two flushed, weird adults.
"What are you playing?" She tilted her head.
"Ahem." Cassian cleared his throat. "Tidying up."
Laila pondered. "I'll help."
He froze, sighed, nodded.
We locked eyes, shared that sweet, frustrated grin.
To celebrate reunion, next day we hit the natural history museum and suburban play park Laila dreamed of.
Sun shone bright. Cassian leaned on his cane but stepped steady. He carried her backpack, held pink cotton candy like a cloud.
On the carousel, Laila rode the prettiest pony, waved excitedly.
Cassian snapped photos from the fence and turned to me, voice low. "Luna, thanks."
I tilted my head, smiling. "For what?"
"For not ditching this asshole completely, giving me this perfect afternoon." He pulled me close, grip tight, like freezing the moment.
We picnicked on grass, watched Laila chase bubbles. That simple joy hit harder than any dance.
After dinner, in the Washington tower's revolving restaurant private room, lights gleamed on silverware.
Laila yawned, sipped hot cocoa. I glanced at Cassian; his hand gripped mine under the table, palm sweaty.
"Laila, Mommy's got something serious." I set down my napkin, soft but firm.
Laila's eyes sparkled. "Taking me to London for Big Ben?"
I laughed, shook my head, pointed. "Laila, Cassian... he's your real dad."
Room went silent, just her sipping straw.
She froze, eyes wide with shock. Glanced at me, then stiff, breathless Cassian.
"Really?" Voice tiny, trembling.
He leaned in, eyes pleading. "Yeah, Laila. Sorry, Daddy messed up before. But now, I'll protect you and Mommy, never leave. Can you forgive me?"
"Wow!"
Laila shrieked, leaped from her chair, crashed into his arms.
"God heard my wish! I wanted a daddy like Cassian every day! Awesome!"
She hugged his neck, rubbed cheeks. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"
Cassian's eyes reddened.
He crushed her close, stretched an arm for me too.
"Wait. Mommy, why didn't you tell me?" Laila popped out, eyed me.
I paused awkwardly; Cassian jumped in. "Daddy made Mommy sad, so she worried I'd be mean to you."
Laila pouted. "You didn't like Mommy before?"
"Liked her. A lot."
"Liking someone means no making them mad forever. Chloe said." Her face serious.
Cassian muttered a curse about Chloe. I smacked his side. He raised hands, surrendered.
"I get it now."
"Can you marry?" Laila jumped topics. "Other kids' parents do."
We eyed each other. Spark in his gaze.
"Well," I said, "I'm thinking."
"Okay." Laila nodded. "Take your time. We got forever."
I blinked. Forever—from a five-year-old, light yet heavy.
Cassian grinned at her.
Lights warmed them. Laila's blonde hair matched his under the glow. Her talk, laugh, head tilt—mirror image.
Right then, I finally felt home.