Chapter 129 - Don't Stop

Chapter 129 - Don't Stop
He didn’t pull out. Didn’t even move. He stayed buried, grinding in slow, shallow rolls to keep her filled, to feel every pulse of her around him. His forehead rested on her spine as he panted, the sweat dripping from his temple to her back.

“Still mine,” he growled against her skin, voice thick and wrecked. “Every fucking inch.”

Cass moaned softly, her body spent and slick with their release, her heart thudding against the floor. He bent lower, kissing the curve of her back as his hips gave one last possessive grind, cum dripping from between her thighs like proof of his claim.

But even spent, he didn’t pull out.

He stayed buried in her, panting, grinding slowly to keep her filled, murmuring filth against her neck as he bit down—not to mark, but to stay tethered, buried in the woman he could never let go of again.

But even as their bodies trembled from the aftermath, he felt himself begin to harden again inside her, the bond between them stoking a second wave of hunger. He groaned low in his throat, dragging his teeth along her skin. "I'm not done with you," he growled.

Cass moaned, arching into him again. "Then don't you dare stop."

He pulled out slowly, only to slam back in with brutal purpose, starting again like a man starved, determined to fuck every ounce of doubt out of her bones until there was nothing left but them, raw and wrecked and whole.

Cass screamed his name, bracing herself on trembling arms as he slammed into her from behind, each thrust punishing and raw. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the tent, mingling with their panting, their moans, the curses that spilled from Caius's lips as he fucked her like a man possessed.

She pushed back into him, meeting every savage stroke, her body lit up from the inside out. "Harder," she gasped, and he obeyed—slamming into her so deep she saw stars.

He reached around to rub her clit, fingers slick and ruthless, sending her spiraling again. She cried out, her body tightening like a vice around him, and Caius groaned, hips stuttering.

“I’m gonna come,” he growled. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up so deep you’ll feel me for days."

“Do it,” she begged. “Claim me again. Mark me from the inside."

He slammed into her one final time, spilling himself inside her with a broken, guttural moan, his body collapsing over hers as he bit into her shoulder—not to mark, but to tether himself, to feel her as deeply as he could.

They stayed there, tangled, gasping, slick with sweat and cum, the air thick with sex and devotion and everything they could never say out loud.

And it was only then, when the storm passed and they lay together on the bedroll, did he finally whisper against her ear, “I’d die before I ever let anyone take you again.”

When she came apart beneath him, he didn’t stop. He licked up every shudder, kissed every tremble, until she was pleading for more.

He moved over her again, his face raw with hunger, with reverence.

“Tell me this is mine,” he said, his voice ragged.

Her hand wrapped around his cock, guiding him to her heat. “Take it.”

He slid into her with a groan that sounded like a prayer and a curse. Cass gasped, her head falling back as he filled her completely, her body wrapping around his like they were made to break and heal together. They moved together like fire and wind—violent, consuming, unstoppable.

Each thrust was desperate. Each kiss was laced with longing. Each moan, each cry, each whispered name was a promise and a plea.

Her nails raked down his back, marking him.

His teeth found her shoulder, biting down—not to claim, but to anchor himself in her.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped against her skin. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Then don’t stop,” she rasped. “Don’t stop until it’s undone.”

He fucked her harder, deeper, like he could rewrite the past inside her. The tent shook with their rhythm, the sound of their bodies slamming together echoing like war drums in the night.

Cass felt her second climax building, her body tightening around him like a vice.

“Caius—”

“I’ve got you,” he panted. “I’ll always have you.”

When she shattered this time, she pulled him with her, and he came with a growl, burying his face in her neck, her name a litany on his tongue.

They collapsed together, panting, trembling, sweat-slick and bruised and tangled.

He kissed her shoulder, her cheek, her mouth, softer now.

“I would burn the world to keep you safe,” he murmured.

Cass closed her eyes, finally letting herself believe it.

“I know.”

And for the first time in weeks, they fell asleep not in fear, not in anger—but in each other’s arms, flesh against flesh, bond thrumming quietly between them like the promise of peace.

But outside, the wind howled.

And morning would come.

With all its consequences.