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AURORA

There’s a single, cold second where I fear rejection.

Cassian’s lips part against mine and he angles away from me, hands raised. Closing my eyes, I press into him and pour every ounce of frustration built up inside me into that kiss like it’s the last thing I’ll ever get to do.

Then he relents and kisses me back. Thick, plush lips seal over mine. One hand wraps around my waist and slides up to clasp the opposite side of my ribs, then Cassian’s cast brushes lightly over my cheek. It’s the permission and agreement that I need.

Nothing else matters.

I don’t want to think. I don’t want to dwell on my mother or the fact that I’m giving in to a secret desire to avoid questioning.

I just want to feel.

Cassian takes a step backward and I move with him. Our lips dance together, weaving repeatedly over one another with scarcely any gaps for air until Cassian pulls away. Gasping, his warm breath ghosts over my damp lips and when I open my eyes, his stunning eyes reflect the low light like flames.

“Are you sure?” His smooth voice is like velvet, deep and enticing.

“Honestly?” Running my fingertips over the soft fuzz at his jaw, I press my palm flat to his cheek. “I’ve fantasized about it ever since you pinned me to the floor when we first met properly.”

Cassian growls and his mouth locks back onto mine. My shoes’ grip on the floor vanishes as Cassian pulls me backward through a door and darkness closes over us. I glimpse a few stars and the moon through one distant window, bringing us the only light in the form of a moonlight slant that slices across the room.

Cassian’s working hand roams over my body, pulling and tugging at my clothes. Since he has the cast, I take over. In between biting kisses that leave my lips tingling, I unbutton his black silk shirt as quickly as my fingers will let me. Shoving the material back from his shoulders, Cassian stumbles back, and suddenly a cacophony of musical notes clashes through the air.

We both freeze, holding one another's gaze, then laughter bubbles forth at the noisy interruption. Behind Cassian sits a large piano that I accidentally shoved him back into and sadly his ass lacks the musical talent to perform.

“Shit,” I giggle, kissing his jaw. “I didn’t even know that was there.”

“I’d fuck you on it if I was certain the guards would ignore the music.” Cassian kisses me again, then snakes his arm back around my waist.

In one swift movement, I’m weightless, and my stomach lurches when my feet lose all contact with the floor. How Cassian picks me up so smoothly is a mystery, but in a blink, he’s lowering me down onto the ground with one arm and not even breaking a sweat.

His time in torture certainly did little to deplete his strength.

My fingers dance over his bare shoulders, mapping the smooth lines of muscle and occasional rise of scarring. Soft hair coats his chest, and in the moonlight it looks almost silver.

Then he’s on top of me with one leg cocked up against the floor, forcing my thighs wide. His mouth collides with mine and his unbroken arm makes quick work of my shirt and bra.

My body singes hot, my temperature rises, and the firmness of the floor doesn’t fully register. Not with this sexy plane of hard muscle above me. He kisses me deeply, weaves his tongue delicately into my mouth, and then breaks away to kiss a wet path down my body. Clothes fall away, melting into the darkness around us.

Each press of his lips stokes the fire in my core and I struggle to settle on where I want to caress. His body is warm under my fingertips as I graze my nails across his shoulders while his long hair flows like silk between my fingers. Before I can grip on and pull, Cassian kisses over the swell of my breasts, down my abdomen, and makes quick work of my skirt and panties.

Naked, we writhe together with skin on skin, and my core clenches. Desire pours through me while dampness beads my thighs and moans escape me in hoarse, harsh gasps.

“Please,” I moan, cupping his jaw and bringing his handsome face into the slant of moonlight above me. “I need you.”

“You want me to fuck you?” He asks and his eyes are so dark that only a sliver of color remains visible.

“Yes, please.”

“I’ll fuck you like I own you.” Vibration deepens his voice and my pussy throbs sharply. “I’ll fuck you until you can’t even remember your own name.”

“Please.”

That’s the last word that escapes me. With one grip, Cassian rolls me onto my stomach. I bring my hands near my body, ready to push up onto my hands and knees but he doesn’t give me the chance. His muscular body drapes over me like a heated blanket, pressing me firmly into the floor and breath catches in my throat. His strong knees push between my legs, then spread and force my thighs to part around his bulk. When I whimper, he kisses the back of my shoulder. His thick, muscular arm winds around my neck and shoulders to cushion my chin against him instead of the floor.

I’m utterly pinned, unable to do anything but scratch at the floor and pant raggedly. It’s more erotic than I ever could have imagined.

“Remember,” Cassian growls low in my ear and his long hair falls across my face like a thousand kisses. “You asked for this.”

I did.

The moment his impossible thick cock enters me from behind, an ache stabs through me at the sudden stretch and intrusion but he doesn’t give me any time to settle. There’s no pause for my body to adjust, no encouragement to relax, or soft caution of what’s to come next.

Cassian braces against the floor and he starts to fuck me with such power that a cut-off scream rips from my throat, loud in my mind. Thanks to the arm around my neck and shoulders keeping my head elevated, nothing but a hoarse whine makes it past my lips.

Holy fucking shit.

Such power exists in Cassian’s hips and every ounce of it pours into me. Each thrust of his hips jolts me forward but his arm keeps me in place. His cock pounds deep, and his pace is almost overwhelming.

One of my hands rakes against the hard floor, pulling at my nails while the other curls around his arm. I hold on for dear life. Each breath and whimper pounded out of me barely reaches my ears over the slick sounds of hips pounding hips. My pussy aches, the sensation is a blur and the molten heat in my core builds so rapidly that there’s nothing but an inferno swirling in my gut.

Being pinned, unable to move, and fucked like I’m owned is far more erotic than I ever could have dreamed in my own mind.

“Fucking hell,” Cassian grunts against my ear and his tongue darts out to lick the shell. “Your cunt is so fucking tight. You’re like silk, Aurora. I never want to leave.”

My eyes roll back, and I sink into a darkness where only Cassian’s powerful cock and my clawing pleasure exists.

This is heaven. I’m sure of it.

I can’t think. I can barely breathe. Sweat coats my body in a sheen, my nipples ache against the hardwood floor, and my hips ache from being forced open by Cassian’s thighs and fucked. I can’t hide myself, can’t cover myself.

Cassian takes all of me.

His hips begin to stutter and his rhythm falters. When his grip tightens around my shoulders, I lift both arms to grip onto his forearm and my heart pounds up to settle in the base of my throat.

“Come for me, pet,” Cassian growls in my ear.

I come immediately, utterly enthralled by every single aspect of this man. My pussy clenches tightly around his thrusting cock, and my entire body locks up, every nerve singing high on sensations of ecstasy. It’s the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.

I never want to come down.

Eventually, I do. Sensation returns to my body and my aching limbs as Cassian slowly kisses me all over, his hips moving slowly to pack the cum from his own orgasm as deep as possible inside me.

“Happy?” Cassian asks, pressing his lips to my damp temple and lingering there.

“Insatiably,” I murmur, wincing as my dry throat pulls around those words.

Holy shit.

That was … fucking incredible.

Cassian pulls himself out of me and my pussy throbs, clenching around nothing. As he stands, he helps me to my feet and supports my wobbly legs as I step back into my clothes and try to arrange them in a way that will last until I make it back to my bedroom. It takes all my focus and all my strength for us to make it back outside the music room.

There, Cassian catches my chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to look up into his deeply intense eyes.

“The next time I ask you what you’re up to,” he says softly, “I want the truth. No matter how sweet your pussy is.”

I can’t lie, so I stay silent. He presses his lips over mine, kissing me firmly and then he leaves.

The heat of embarrassment washes through me when I head for the stairs and notice two guards lingering in the hallway. Did they hear me?

Fuck it. I don’t care.

I got away with it, and I had fun. That’s all that matters. Now I just want to get to bed before my thoughts swarm back to my mother and what she demands.

I’m quickly finding myself trapped in an impossible situation and no matter what I choose, someone is going to get hurt.

Upstairs, I limp toward my bedroom and relief warms my chest by the time I make it inside and close the door. A hot shower and bed are required.

“Aurora.”

Orion’s voice is soft but it still makes me yelp in shock. I spin to face him until he catches my elbow and stops me from making it all the way around.

“Orion, you scared me!”

“Sorry,” he says, not sounding very sorry at all. The hard line of his warm body presses up against my back, sending burning warmth skittering down my spine. “I can smell it, you know.”

“Smell what?” My heart begins to race once more.

“That you’re freshly fucked.”

An unexpected pulse of want aches through my core and I lick my lips, glancing toward the mirror to see if I can glimpse Orion.

“Can you now?”

“What would Lucian say about you sleeping with the enemy?”

That thought excites me and my stomach flutters. “I’m a free agent. You’re just jealous.”

“Damn right I am.” His voice drops low and he brings his lips close to my ear. “I got to taste you, but he got to fuck you.”

“You should do something about that.” Was it wise to taunt Orion right now while my body aches so much from Cassian? Probably not but the words are out of my mouth without much thought.

Orion shoves me up against the wall and I whimper, angling my hips back against the growing erection tenting his pants.

“You’re fucking filthy,” he growls. A zipper lowering reaches my ears, then a ruffle of fabric. Orion pins me against the wall with his body, grinding against me and my heart races faster.

“Am I?” I gasp, pressing my palms flat to the wall. “You like that though, don’t you?”

“Taunting me while filled with another man’s cum. Here I thought you were a good girl Aurora.”

I can’t reply. My pussy is so wet that Orion’s cock enters me swiftly and easily. We moan together, and Orion’s hands clutch at my hips.

“I can feel everything he left inside you,” Orion growls and his teeth graze the side of my neck. “Think you can handle being even fuller?”

Nodding wordlessly, I shove my hips back into Orion and lean heavily into the wall. It’s a wonder there’s any strength left in my legs at this point, but for Orion I will do my best.

He presses against me, fucking into me hard and fast. Each stroke of his cock drags against over-sensitive nerves and my taught nipples ache against my clothing. I drop one hand to my tits, groping and massaging for stimulation that’s barely needed. My nipples throb and relief pours through me when I finally give them attention, while my core pulses repeatedly in time to my racing heart.

I’m sensitive, overworked and each thrust of Orion’s cock ignites the embers of my last orgasm.

He wrings the next out of me within minutes and I would collapse down the wall if not for his strong arms winding around my waist and keeping me close.

“Good girl,” he moans in my ear as warmth rushes inside me, mingling with the heat of my own pleasure. “Good girl.”

Is there anything sexier than a man moaning for you?

It’s utter bliss.

He lets me collapse onto the bed and I remain there, panting and twitching as he cleans me up with such care that it almost brings a tear to my eye. The sex is fantastic and the aftercare always takes me by surprise. Nothing quite makes me feel as cared for as this does.

It’s the impossible early hours by the time I crawl into bed and Orion presses a warm kiss to my cheek.

“Rest,” he murmurs, gently tucking some of my hair behind my ear.

I want to. My eyelids are heavy and my body throbs like a bruise, but there’s one question lingering in my mind ever since Orion mentioned Lucian.

“Can I ask you something?” I squint up at him, studying my reflection in his glasses.

“Anything.”

“Where did Lucian go? Where did he really go?”

Orion’s mouth twists slightly as if debating, and then his shoulders rise with a deep breath.

“He’s away to speak to the only person Cassian remembers who isn’t part of his family. Imro Shinsky.”