Chapter 28 Angie
ANGIE
The northern lights weave emerald and violet across the snow outside the cabin window, painting Cassian’s skin in otherworldly hues as his hands slide under my sweater.
His calloused palms rasp against my ribs, setting my nerves singing.
I arch into him, my back pressed against the rough-hewn log wall as he kneels before me on the fur rug, the firelight low and guttering beside us.
"You’re shaking," he murmurs against my throat, his beard scraping my collarbone.
"Aren't I always?" I breathe, tangling my fingers in the rough silk of his unbound hair. He doesn't answer, only hooks a thumb under the waistband of my thermal leggings and peels them down with agonizing slowness, his breath hot on my belly.
Sucking my lower lip between my teeth, I’m already molten where his knuckles graze my hip. When he reaches my damp cotton panties, I lift my hips in silent plea.
He strips them away, kisses the inside of my thigh. "Tell me I'm not dreaming you."
I slide my fingers under his jaw, tilt his face up. "You feel like you're dreaming?"
An ache opens within me when he presses an open-mouthed kiss between my thighs, licking up my slick heat with a groan that rumbles against my skin.
His tongue strokes me, relentless and reverent, parting my folds and testing my clit until I’m gasping fragmentary syllables.
Calloused hands grip my hips, pinning me as I writhe, chasing the pressure.
My knees lock, fragile as paper when he pushes me over the edge with a slow suck, stars flaring behind my eyelids.
I sink into the fur beneath me, pulling him up by the shoulders, trembling fingers fumbling with his belt. He unfastens it himself, shoving his jeans low on his hips.
His cock springs free, thick and hot in my hand, velvet over steel. I close my eyes, feeling its weight, the hard throb in my palm. When he settles again between my legs, I spread my thighs to cradle him, my core throbbing from before.
He shifts higher and I feel the blunt heat of him pushing against my sex, so impossibly deep I bite his name into his shoulder, pain-good-stretch-love flooding through me.
He goes perfectly still, letting me adjust until my inner tremors fade. "Angie." I squeeze my legs around his waist, sink my heels into his back.
"Move."
He does. Slow, deep strokes set a counterpoint to the frantic beat of my heart. I feel every ridge of him, every withdrawal followed by a filling so complete my breath catches.
He cups my breast through my sweater, rocking into me with a rhythm that dances us toward a second peak. I claw at the fur under my hands, arching to meet his thrusts as they deepen.
My world narrows to his face above mine, its stark lines softened by twilight and awe. He buries his groan in the hollow of my neck as he surges deeper. My nails dig into his shoulders as sensation crashes through me, a wave that leaves me shuddering and clenched around him.
His hands slide up my ribs, immense palms spanning my back as he lifts me like I weigh nothing. I gasp, the sudden shift sending fire through my limbs. "What're yo—"
Before I finish, the world tilts. Furs scrape my spine.
Solid oak planks, cool against my back, replace the wall's rough timber. Cassian settles between my thighs again, hips locked with mine, but it’s different now.
He’s the one looking down, those ice-blue eyes holding mine, hooded and impossibly tender.
He pushes inside me with exquisite slowness, a deep, rolling thrust that draws a broken sigh from my lips.
"Always rushing," he murmurs, his voice thick gravel. He brushes sweat-damp curls off my forehead with a knuckle. Surprising softness. "Slow."
"I’m good," I breathe, even as my insides coil tight around him.
"Just... articulate." His low chuckle rumbles against my chest. The slow rhythm builds again, deliberate, each withdrawal leaving me achingly empty only to fill me completely on the return. It’s deeper this way.
Softer. Devastating. He watches the sensations play across my face, my breath catching with every measured invasion.
"I want you," he says, gruff against my skin. "Mine. I want you as all mine. Forever."
"Then take me," I say between gasps.
My hands clench in the thick fur beneath us. His control is absolute, patient as a glacier. The building pressure shifts, pulling deeper than my core.
"Cassian... I’m gonna—"
He chooses that moment. As the wave crests, shattering me with startling sweetness, his teeth scrape the tender join of neck and shoulder. Not warning. Promise. Then he sinks them in.
Gasp. Lightning sears my veins, not pain, not pleasure, but fusion.
Earth, fur, woodsmoke, and something ancient floods my senses, poured directly into my marrow.
His deep groan vibrates against my skin, a counterpoint to the molten gold exploding behind my eyes.
It’s more than climax. It’s transformation.
Energy surges – raw, crackling power untangling a hidden filament deep within me, brighter and sharper than the aurora outside.
"Feel it?" His growl is muffled against my skin, strained as the last tremors rock him. His hips press flush, holding deep.
I can’t speak. Sensation overwhelms language. My body thrums, a newly tuned instrument resonating against his massive frame.
It’s not just strength. It’s knowing. Like snow’s structure, wind currents, fractures in the distant ice.
I press trembling fingers to the place where his teeth broke skin.
Dampness. The potent spice of him and… me, blended.
Power hums where his mark sits, fierce and possessive.
We stay locked, fused by touch and bite, the cabin heavy with the shared rhythm of our breath. Ordinary space becomes too much.
His breath still sawing against my neck, Cassian murmurs, "Again." His cock, impossibly, thickens within me, throbbing where we're fused. The delicious fullness returns, intensified, a living heat nestled deep.
He pulls back slightly, shifting his weight onto one forearm. His other hand, rough but unbelievably gentle, skates up the column of my throat, fingers finding the damp pulse point where his teeth marked me.
His gaze locks on the claim, those ice-blue eyes wide, almost dazed. A thick sound spills from him, half-growl, half-reverent sigh. "So fucking beautiful."
My answer is a gasp as he pushes back into me, a deliberate, rolling thrust that punches the air from my lungs.
This time there’s no patience, only a thundering need.
He drives deeper than before, the base of his cock grinding against my sensitized clit.
My back bows, spine arching as a shockwave of pure sensation rockets through us both.
"Cassian!" His name rips out, raw and sharp.
He responds with a muffled groan against my skin, his hips snapping back, then surging forward again.
Harder. Faster. I wrap my legs around his waist, ankles hooked tight, heels digging into the hard muscle of his ass, pulling him into me with each forceful stroke.
His cock fills me utterly, stretching my pussy with every deep glide.
He braces himself, shifting closer, burying his face in the curve of my shoulder, his breaths harsh puffs against the fresh mark.
I can feel it thrum between us, a live wire connecting our skin, radiating heat and that strange, new awareness – the distant ice, the rhythm of my own desperate pulse, the overwhelming intensity of him.
His large hand slides down, fingers tangling possessively in my curls, holding me anchored as he pounds into me. Each thrust jolts through our entangled bodies, a piston driving us towards obliteration.
"Angie..." His voice is shredded, strained beyond limits. His teeth graze the tender bite mark again, not breaking skin, but sending sparks along my nerve endings.
The pressure inside me detonates. It’s not a wave, but a supernova. My inner walls clamp down hard around his pulsing cock, a frantic, rhythmic pulse dragging him down with me.
I feel the exact moment his control fractures.
A guttural roar tears from his chest as he drives in one final, bone-deep thrust. Hot liquid jets deep within me as his release rips through him, setting off subsequent, smaller tremors inside my pussy.
He holds rigid, buried to the root, shuddering against me.
Time becomes liquid, measured only by the frantic beats of our hearts pounding against each other’s skin. Sweat slicks our bodies where they press from chest to thigh.
He’s a furnace, radiating heat that threatens to consume us both.
His cock twitches inside me, still thick, keeping us locked together.
His breath rasps against my collarbone, thick strands of his hair falling across my cheek.
He doesn’t lift his head, doesn’t move except for the unsteady rise and fall of his massive chest against mine.
The silence isn't empty; it's thick with spent passion and the profound weight of what just happened.
We don't need to speak anything more. I can feel everything he wants to say. Every hope and regret is tangled right here where our bodies meet, buzzing through my veins.
I'm alive.