Chapter 134 What Do You Want, Luna

Chapter 134 What Do You Want, Luna
I looked into the glass. I was flushed, my breathing shallow, and my lips were swollen from his kisses while he stood tall behind me, He looked dangerous, completely consumed by desire, his dark gaze locked onto mine in the glass.

He reached down between us, gripping his thick shaft, I felt the thick, burning head of his dick press against my soaking wet entrance. I gasped, expecting him to slide all the way in, but he didn't. 

Instead, he began to slide the length of it over my swollen core. He stroked himself against my wetness, dragging the head over my sensitive clit, back and forth, slowly and deliberately.

The friction was maddening. I bucked back against him, trying to force him inside, but he held me firmly in place, controlling every move.

"Cassian, please," I begged, "Please... don't tease me like this."

"What do you want, Luna?" he growls into the shell of my ear, his hand sliding down to part my folds wider while his dick continues its slow, maddening slide over my core.

"Put it in," I beg, my fingers gripping the edges of the wooden vanity as a hot wave of frustration and need builds in my lower belly. "Please, Cassian, put it in me—now."

"Not yet," he whispered, his eyes dark and fixed on mine in the mirror. "I want you watching when I take you."

He dragged his dick over me again, painting my thighs with my own slickness, driving me to the absolute edge of sanity. I squirmed, letting out a frustrated whine, throwing my head back against his shoulder.

A dark, slow smirk spread across his face in the mirror. “Say it again,” he whispered.

“Put it inside me,” I whimpered, rolling my hips back against him.

He didn't make me beg a third time. In one swift, powerful motion, he tilted my hips and drove his entire length into me from behind.

A loud, sharp moan tore out of my throat, echoing in the room. He was so big, so thick, filling me up so completely that my eyes fluttered shut for a second.

“Eyes open,” Cassian growled softly, his hand coming up to cup my jaw, forcing my head up so I had to look into the mirror. “Watch.”

He reached down, lifting one of my legs slightly to alter the angle, opening me up completely. The depth was incredible, hitting a spot so deep inside me that my vision blurred for a second. 

He pulled almost all the way out, letting me feel the massive head right at my opening, and then plunged back in with a heavy, wet thud that rattled the glass on the table.

“Oh god, Cassian,” I gasped out.

"Look into the mirror, Nova," he growled, his hips setting a slow, brutal pace. He slammed back into me, the sound of skin striking skin echoing in the quiet room. "Look into the mirror. See how good you look wrapped around me."

I forced my eyes open, locking my gaze with his in the glass. The sight of him buried inside me, his muscles flexing with every powerful thrust, pushed the heat straight through the ceiling. 

I reached up over my shoulder, wrapping my arms tight around his neck from behind, pulling him down closer to me. The position forced my breasts to push out, my body fully exposed to both of us in the clear reflection of the glass.

"You're driving me crazy," I panted, watching his hands trail up my ribcage to pull my body tighter into his rhythm. "Faster, Cassian."

He established a brutal, rhythmic pace. 

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Every single stroke slammed directly into my sweetest spot. I watched in the mirror as his chest worked against my back, his jaw tight, his broad shoulders flexing with every deep push. 

I watched the way my body stretched to take him, the wet, slapping sound of our skin meeting filling the silence between our heavy breathing.

“Look at how good you take me,” he grunted in my ear, his breath hot and ragged. “Look at how wet you are for me, Nova.”

He began to thrust faster, his hips slamming into my rear with a possessive, punishing speed that had my toes curling. My breath came in short, ragged hitches. 

The pleasure was building so fast, tightening like a coiled spring deep in my lower stomach, pulling every nerve ending in my body taut.

Cassian leaned his head down, his mouth right beside my ear. He didn't just whisper; he growled filthy, devoted promises directly against my skin.

“You’re mine,” he rasped out, his hand sliding down to rub my swollen clit in fast, tight circles right as he buried himself as deep as he could go. “My mate. My wife. Every inch of this body belongs to me."

"Yours—I'm yours!" I cry out, my voice breaking as the friction from the vanity angle hits a spot so deep inside me it makes my vision blur at the edges. 

“You’re going to come for me right now while you look at me.”