Chapter 128 Keep Your Eyes On Me

Chapter 128 Keep Your Eyes On Me

When my back finally hits the mattress again, my eyes squeeze shut, my head spinning in absolute haze.

"Oh... shit."

I can feel the corner of his mouth curve into a smile against my wet skin. "Nothing cute to say now?"

"Don't you dare stop..." I gasp, tangling my fingers tight into his dark hair, anchoring him right where he is.

He isn't planning on moving anyway. He’s completely settled between my thighs, pinned there as if he intends to spend the rest of the night devouring me.

His tongue sweeps over me in long, relentless licks, tasting every drop of me.

For a man who was so desperate to get inside me minutes ago, he's taking his sweet time, wringing out every bit of my pleasure, driving me toward the edge at a agonizingly deliberate pace.

I throw my head back, lost in the heat as he slides a thick finger straight inside me, his tongue never leaving my aching clit.

"Cassian, please... I need you inside me right now," I beg, rolling my hips helplessly against his hand, but his slow, deliberate thrusts are nowhere near fast enough for how bad I'm aching.

He glances up at me through his lashes, a dangerous, wicked glint in his dark eyes.

"Not yet. I’m going to make sure you're dripping for me first," he growls softly, pushing a second finger deep inside. He curls them upwards with every slow stroke, working me open.

A loud moan tears from my throat as I fist the bedsheets in both hands. Pure heat ricochets straight up my spine. He isn't giving me a second to catch my breath or think, just relentless, exquisite torture between my legs.

"I'm ready, I swear I'm ready," I whimper as his free hand grips my thigh, spreading me wide open for him.

He shifts back slightly, his eyes locked onto where we join as he works his fingers in and out of me, striking a spot so deep inside that my spine arches clear off the bed.

"Not yet, baby. You're tight, and I'm not going to hurt you," he murmurs, dropping a tender, wet kiss onto my swollen flesh before dragging his lips along the soft skin of my inner thigh.

"Cassian... please," I beg, completely at his mercy. My body is humming with so much raw friction that I feel like I'm losing my mind.

He's deliberately keeping me hovering right on the edge, holding back my release until I'm utterly frantic for him.

Suddenly, he slips his fingers out of me and slides up my body. "Are you ready to take me?"

I nod frantically, gasping for air. "Yes. Fuck, yes. I want you inside me."

"Good girl."

I have never wanted anything more in my life. Every secret fantasy, every ache I've buried for years is spilling over into this single second.

He makes quick work of peeling my dress off, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor before standing back to strip off his own clothes.

I push myself up onto my elbows, my eyes locked onto him, drinking in every inch of bare skin as he sheds the last of his clothes.

He is breathtaking. The heavy cut of his muscle, the dark lines of ink tracing his skin, the warm tones of his shoulders—it's all overwhelming. I am so desperately, wildly in love with him, and the ache between my legs is turning into a fever.

"I'm never going to get tired of looking at you," I breathe out, trailing my gaze down his broad chest, over his flat stomach, and lower.

"Especially what you've been hiding down there. If I knew you were carrying around something that thick, I would've dragged you into bed years ago."

A low smirk breaks across his face, and he shakes his head, stepping back toward the mattress.

"Careful, Nova. Keep talking like that and you're going to get yourself into serious trouble," he warns softly, climbing up between my parted knees.

"That sounds like a promise." I reach out and drag my palm down his abdomen, feeling the hard ridges beneath his skin. His cock is heavy, dark-veined, and rigid, pressing hot against my thigh, desperate to sink inside.

"Look at me, Nova." He cup the side of my face with one warm hand, his thumb gently smoothing over my cheekbone.

"I need you to hear me. I love you. I would burn the world down for you. I still can't believe you're really mine, or that I'm lucky enough to see my family's ring on your finger."

The frantic rush in my chest grounds itself into a deep, heavy warmth as I gaze into his dark eyes. With just those few words, he brings me right back into the present, into a moment we've both spent half our lives waiting for.

"I love you too, Cassian. I've wanted this forever," I whisper, clutching his wrists. "So please... fuck me."

I tilt my hips up, opening myself completely to him.

"Keep your eyes on mine," he commands softly, his voice thick with devotion. "Don't look away from me for a single second."