Chapter 128 — Passion Reignited

Chapter 128 — Passion Reignited
The tent was quiet when Caius returned.

Cass sat on the edge of the bedroll, her hands still shaking from her conversation with Kalen. The firelight had dimmed, casting soft amber shadows across her face. Her body was exhausted, but her mind would not stop spinning.

The flap opened slowly.

She didn’t turn. She didn’t need to.

“I didn’t want to wait,” Caius said softly.

Cass exhaled, still not facing him. “Then why did you?”

There was a long pause. Then the sound of him removing his cloak, his armor, piece by piece. The tension thickened with every second.

“I didn’t know how to face you,” he said.

Her voice was flat. “Cowardice doesn’t suit you.”

He stepped closer, the weight of his presence pressing against her spine. “I didn’t come to fight. I came to submit.”

She turned slowly then, her eyes cold and unreadable.

“I hurt you,” he said, sinking to his knees before her. “I let my fear, my pride, my anger—everything I swore I would never use against you—become the only language I spoke. And still, you endured me. You fought for me. You came back. And I don’t deserve it.”

Cass stared at him, her heart breaking and burning at once.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you so fucking much I don’t know how to hold it anymore.”

She reached forward, her fingers curling in his hair, yanking his head back. His breath caught.

“Then prove it,” she said.

He surged upward, catching her mouth in a kiss that was equal parts apology and possession. Their teeth clashed. Her nails dragged down his chest. He groaned into her mouth, hands gripping her thighs as she climbed into his lap, straddling him with wild purpose.

Clothing disappeared—torn, shoved, ripped away in frantic bursts.

He kissed down her throat, over her collarbone, worshipping each inch like it might be the last time he’d ever be allowed near her. Her hands were in his hair, pulling him closer, guiding him down.

“Don’t hold back,” she whispered. “Not tonight.”

“I couldn’t if I tried,” he growled.

He pushed her onto the bedroll, pinning her down with the full weight of his body, growling low as he spread her legs wide and buried his face between her thighs. His mouth was hot, ravenous, tongue flicking and curling with practiced, primal precision. Cass cried out, arching violently off the furs, hands fisting in his hair as he feasted on her like a starving beast finally granted his first taste.

He moaned against her, the vibrations making her hips buck. His grip on her thighs tightened, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, keeping her open and at his mercy. He sucked her clit into his mouth, lapping at it with wet, punishing strokes until her thighs trembled and her screams filled the tent.

When she shattered, he didn’t stop—he licked her through it, past it, until she was whimpering from oversensitivity. Only then did he finally lift his head, lips slick, eyes feral.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” he growled, voice thick and ruined. "Like you were made for me to ruin again and again."

She barely had time to breathe before he flipped her over, yanking her hips up, his hands spreading her ass with reverent greed. His cock slid through her soaked folds with a hungry groan, teasing her entrance, slick and throbbing. He leaned over her back, his mouth brushing her ear.

“Mine,” he snarled—then slammed into her in one brutal, possessive thrust that knocked the breath from her lungs.

Cass cried out, the force of him making her arms collapse as her cheek pressed to the furs. He gave her no reprieve. He dragged out slowly, only to slam back in, again and again, his hips snapping with brutal rhythm, his cock hitting deep and unrelenting.

“You feel that?” he growled, one hand fisting in her hair, yanking her head back as his other hand wrapped tightly around her throat. “You take me like you were made for it—like your pussy knows who it belongs to.”

“Yes,” she gasped, eyes rolling back. “Fuck—yes, Caius.”

He grunted, thrusts turning punishing. “Say it again.”

“You. It’s always been you,” she cried. “I was made for you. Fuck—don’t stop.”

He slammed into her harder, their bodies colliding with obscene sound, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air. Her nails clawed at the furs, her thighs shaking from the force of his rhythm.

When he reached around and rubbed her clit with ruthless precision, her body jerked, a scream tearing from her throat.

“Come for me, Cass,” he growled. “Come while I fuck you so full of me you’ll drip for days.”

She shattered around him, her pussy clenching so violently it dragged a guttural snarl from his throat. He didn't just thrust—he slammed into her with the desperation of a man losing his mind, holding her hips so tightly his fingers left bruises. Cass screamed, stars exploding behind her eyes, the force of her orgasm making her legs go numb.

Caius cursed loud and raw, jerking forward once, twice, then burying himself to the hilt as he came with a feral, shuddering roar. His cock throbbed inside her, spilling hot, endless streams of cum deep into her, so much she felt it leak out around him.