Say my name again

Seraphina's POV

“I won’t,” he promised, his voice unsteady. “Not unless you tell me to.”

He laid me back slowly, as if every second mattered. The sheets were cool against my skin, but his body covered me, warm, steady, trembling just like mine.

His kisses wandered down my jaw, my throat, lingering over the flutter of my pulse.

Every time his mouth pressed to my skin, a soft sound broke from me, and each time he groaned in answer, like my voice undid him.

When his lips closed over the swell of my breast through the thin fabric, I arched helplessly. His tongue circled, slow and reverent, until a moan slipped past my lips.

“Gods, Seraphina,” he whispered against me, his breath hot. “You’re driving me mad.”

And I was - just as he was undoing me, piece by piece, with kisses that felt like both a sin and a salvation.

His mouth trailed lower, pressing kisses down my throat, lingering at the hollow where my pulse stuttered.

Each kiss was unhurried, as though he wanted to memorize the shape of me with his lips.

I gasped softly when he brushed his mouth over my collarbone, then lower still, until his lips closed over the swell of my breast through the thin fabric.

He groaned as if the taste of me made him ache.

“Cassian…” My voice cracked, half-plea, half-warning.

“Shh,” he whispered against my skin. “I’ve got you. Let me.”

His tongue stroked slowly over the peak, wet heat seeping through the fabric, until I moaned.

He pulled the fabric aside, exposing me to the cool air, then closed his mouth around me fully. He sucked, gentle but deep, his tongue circling, and my back arched off the bed.

A sound escaped me - raw, startled - and he moaned in return, the vibration rumbling against my breast. His other hand kneaded my other peak, his thumb brushing tenderly over the sensitive tip.

When I whispered his name again, he lifted his head, lips wet, eyes dark with hunger. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, almost like he couldn’t breathe. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

He kissed lower, down my stomach, slow and reverent. Each press of his mouth left heat in its wake, and I couldn’t stop trembling.

When he reached the band of my skirt, his fingers slid under, tugging it down with aching care until I was bare before him.

For a heartbeat, he stilled. His gaze lifted, meeting mine. “Tell me to stop,” he said, voice hoarse.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, my cheeks burning. “Please.”

Something broke in him then. His hands parted my thighs gently, his lips trailing over the inside of one, then the other. I whimpered, shivering as his breath ghosted where I ached most.

“You’re already wet,” he whispered, awe in his tone. “For me.”

Then his tongue touched me.

I gasped, my hands clutching at the sheets. The first stroke was slow, deliberate, from bottom to top.

His groan rumbled deep, as though tasting me undid him. “Gods, Seraphina…” he moaned against me. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever had.”

His tongue circled me, flicked gently, then pressed harder until I cried out. He licked me slowly, then sucked softly, the wet sound making me shiver.

“Cassian - oh,” I moaned, hips rising helplessly.

“Stay with me,” he whispered, sliding one finger inside me as his tongue continued its worship. The stretch made me gasp, but his slow curl coaxed a moan from my lips.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned. “So perfect around me.”

He moved his finger carefully, curling just right, his tongue never leaving me. I clutched his hair, pulling him closer without meaning to. He moaned into me, the sound vibrating through my body.

A second finger slid in, stretching me more. My breath hitched, a cry escaping.

He kissed my thigh, then returned his mouth to me, his tongue stroking slow circles until my cries softened into gasps of pleasure.

“Look at me,” he murmured, lifting his eyes briefly as his mouth stayed on me.

I forced my eyes open, and the sight unraveled me - Cassian between my thighs, his lips and tongue worshipping me, his gaze locked on mine, raw and reverent.

I moaned his name, and he groaned as though the sound pushed him closer to breaking.

When his fingers curled deeper, pleasure spilled through me, sharp and warm.

My thighs shook, my hips bucked, and I couldn’t hold back the sounds that tore from my throat.

“That’s it,” he whispered against me. “Let go for me.”

And I did. The storm broke inside me, trembling waves pulling me under as I moaned his name again and again. He didn’t stop - his tongue licked me through it, gentle now, his fingers easing but steady, drawing the pleasure out until I collapsed back into the bed, shuddering.

He kissed his way back up, slow and tender, his mouth damp, his chin glistening with me.

He pressed a kiss to my lips, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I moaned into the kiss, and he groaned in answer, his body shaking above mine.

“Seraphina,” he whispered against my lips. “You undo me.”

His mouth left mine slowly, as if breaking the kiss hurt him. His forehead pressed to mine, his breath ragged.

“Touch me,” he whispered, almost a plea. “Feel what you do to me.”

My hand trembled as I slid it down. When I wrapped my fingers around him, he groaned - deep, broken. He was thick and hard in my palm, hot and heavy. The sound he made undid me.

“See?” he rasped. “I’m shaking for you, angel. You make me lose control.”

I stroked him hesitantly, and his hips jerked into my hand. A low moan escaped him, rough and helpless.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his lips brushing my temple. “You’re killing me.”

When I whispered his name, his hand closed over mine, guiding the rhythm for a moment before pulling gently away. “If you keep that up, I’ll lose it before I’m inside you.”

He shifted, pressing the thick head of his cock against my entrance. My breath hitched, nerves and want colliding.

He stilled, searching my eyes. “Do you want this?”

“Yes,” I whispered, voice breaking. “Cassian, please.”

He groaned, burying his face in my neck for a heartbeat, as if he needed that to survive. Then he pulled back, his lips brushing mine. “I’ll go slow. I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

He pushed forward, inch by inch, stretching me. The burn made me gasp, nails digging into his back.

“Gods, Seraphina,” he groaned, his voice rough with awe. “So tight. So fucking perfect.”

I whimpered, the sharp ache twisting into heat. He kissed me, swallowing my cries, whispering against my lips, “Breathe. Take me, angel. That’s it.”

When he was fully inside, he stilled, shaking above me. His forehead pressed to mine, sweat dampening his hair. “You feel unreal,” he rasped. “My sweet girl, taking me so well.”

A moan slipped from my lips, loud and helpless.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his hips rocking slowly. “Moan for me. Let me hear you.”

Each slow thrust stole another sound from me. My body clung to him, wet and needy. His control frayed with every cry I made.

“Such a good slut for me,” he whispered, almost reverent and filthy at once. “Taking my cock like you were made for it.”

“Cassian!” I cried, my voice breaking as pleasure bloomed hot and fierce.

He groaned, the sound raw. “Say my name again.”

“Cassian-oh gods-Cassian,” I sobbed, my legs wrapping tighter around him.

His pace quickened, but still careful, still steady enough to guide me through the ache. The wet sounds of us filled the room, mingling with my moans and his low growls.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, kissing me hard, his tongue sliding into my mouth as his thrusts grew deeper. “Perfect and mine, even if it’s wrong.”

The storm inside me built fast. My cries grew louder, desperate, until I broke beneath him, my body shuddering, clenching tight around him.

“Fuck,” he growled, his thrusts faltering. “I’m close - gods, you’re going to ruin me.”

“Don’t stop,” I gasped. “Please - don’t stop.”

He slammed deeper, groaning my name like a prayer, and then he shattered - spilling hot inside me, his moans mingling with mine.

Afterward, he collapsed onto me, his breath ragged, his lips still pressing desperate kisses to my skin. His hand stroked my hair, trembling.

“You’re mine, Seraphina,” he whispered against my mouth, voice rough with truth and sin. “Even if I’m not supposed to be.”