Chapter 133 Caught You

Chapter 133 Caught You


I don't even realize I've drifted off until the sensation of warm, heavy air grazes across my bare stomach.

My eyelids flutter open in the dark, heavy silence of the chamber. At first, there's only a groggy haze wrapping around my brain, but then a slow, deliberate heat touches my skin. I look down, my breath hitching in my throat.

It was Cassian.

His dark head was dipped low between my hips, his hot breath fanning across my bare skin. Before I could even say his name, his lips press a soft, reverent kiss against my navel.

A shiver races down my spine, the mate bond instantly humming to life beneath my skin like live current.

He took his time, tracking a line of soft, deliberate kisses up the middle of my belly until he reached my breast.

His hand came up to cup the heavy weight of it, lifting it slightly for his mouth. He pauses, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive skin before he takes my nipple straight into his mouth.

A soft, breathless gasp tears from my chest as his tongue circles my hardened nipple, He flicks his tongue, giving the peak a deliberate, teasing nip with his teeth that snaps my eyes wide open, he kept sucking greedily before he pops it free with a wet snap and my nipple popped out, hard and erect. 

Before I could even catch my breath, Cassian leaned up, his shadow falling over my face, and captured my mouth in a deep, hot kiss. I could taste the heat of his skin, taste myself on his tongue, and feel the steady, heavy thud of his heart against my chest.

I scrambled my hands up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. When he finally pulled his lips away from mine.

"Ohh..." I sigh against his mouth, a giddy, half-laugh slipping past my lips as my fingers tangle in his dark hair. "I could definitely get used to waking up to this."

A low, rumbling chuckle vibrates in his chest. He pulls back just enough to drop a hot kiss over my jaw before shifting his attention to my other breast. His tongue lapped at the sensitive underside of my left breast before his lips closed around the peak. 

He sucked hard, swirling his tongue around the tight bud until I was gripping the bedsheets in both hands. He pulled back, leaned up, and kissed my mouth again, hard and possessive, before sliding right back down to feast on my breast a second time.

“Cassian,” I gasped out, laying a hand on his shoulder. His muscles were like iron under my palm. “I... I need water," I whisper, blinking through the heavy fog of arousal. "My throat is completely dry."

He paused, his head lifting, his dark eyes glowing with absolute heat in the dim light. He gave my breast one last soft bite that made me squeal before stepping back, letting me sit up.

My legs were unsteady as I slid out of bed, staggering playfully toward his mirrored vanity across the room.

I reach the stool, practically collapsing onto the edge of the smooth wood with a soft sigh of relief. I grab a crystal glass of cool water from the surface, drinking it down greedily. 

A few stray droplets slip from the corners of my mouth, trailing lazily down my throat and rolling right over the swell of my naked breasts.

Before I can even set the glass down, a heavy, solid heat brackets my hips. Cassian steps directly between my open thighs, trapping me against the edge of the vanity.

He hadn't made a sound as he crossed the floor.

"Caught you," he murmurs, his raspy voice dripping with dark possession.

His eyes lock onto the water droplets glistening on my chest, darkening instantly. He reaches out, tracing a thumb through the moisture before dragging it down to my nipple, making it peak instantly under his touch.

“You’re messy,” he growled softly.

Without taking his eyes off me, he reached out and palmed both of my breasts at once. 

His fingers kneaded the flesh, thumbing my sensitive nipples. His mouth traced the line of my shoulder, his breath hot against my collarbone while his large, rough hands molded my soft flesh, squeezing firmly, lifting them up. 

He leaned down and dragged his tongue upward, licking away the cold droplets of water from my skin, replacing the cold with the scorching heat of his mouth.

I arched my back, my fingers digging into the edge of the wooden vanity behind me. The contrast of the cool water and his scalding tongue made my head roll back. 

He kept molding me, his thumbs flicking over my stiff nipples over and over again, driving me wild while his mouth tracked every last drop of water up to my neck.

Without warning, he gripped my hips and flipped me around on the flat top of the vanity until my back was pressed flush against his chest and we were both staring directly into the large vanity mirror in front of us.

He trapped me there. He leaned his heavy body over mine, pinning me between the hard wood of the table and the solid wall of his torso. His arms wrapped around my sides, his big hands coming down to rest on my thighs, holding me wide open.

“Look,” he commanded, his deep voice vibrating straight against my spine. “I want you to watch every single second of this."