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view moreThe theater was dim, with just a few lights on. The only sound in the air came from the occasional shuffling of feet and quiet music. The lights flickered for a second before they turned back on. The room filled up as more people arrived. It wasn’t full yet so it wasn’t too noisy, but it definitely had its own atmosphere to it. There was laughter mixed with a little hushed whispers. Most of them looked excited for today’s play.
Cassian found his seat near the stage. It wasn’t the first time he’d been invited to his girlfriend's theater play and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He settled into his seat with his arms crossed over his chest as the lights turn off in preparation for the beginning.The curtains open and the show starts.The play is actually pretty impressive. Cassian leaned more in his seat when Sheia came out on stage. She wore a beautiful dress that flowed like water around her body and accentuated her curves. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders with a red headband holding it together. He watched as she moved across the stage. His eyes were drawn to her. She was beautiful and graceful, with an air about her that screamed confidence and control.The curtain opened to reveal a gorgeous scenery behind a waterfall. Cassian sat in rapt attention, waiting for what would come next. Sheia held her hand out to the other person standing with her on stage. The other person smiled back at her, and then pulled her into a kiss.Cassian gripped the armrests until his knuckles are white and grit his teeth until his jaw goes numb. He was tempted to pull her away in one of the many empty rooms and press her against the wall, kissing her breathless before finally ravishing her. Instead, he continued watching.After the final applaud, the actors went backstage. Sheia was undoing her costume and pulling it off. Once she was done, Cassian walked towards her. She wants to say something but he wrapped an arm around her waist, gently biting her neck.“Hey! What was that for?” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck.“Nothing,” Cassian replied quietly. He kissed the top of her head before lifting her up and carrying her to the closest empty room. With a quick flick of the switch, all the lights went out.He pressed her up against the wall once he closed the door. One hand grabbed her thigh while the other cupped her face. His fingers slowly ran along her cheekbones. He dipped his head down so his lips were inches from hers. He breathed deeply in an attempt to regain his composure after what he saw earlier.His thumb brushed her bottom lip. “I hope you wash your mouth after that bastard kissed you.” He whispered before capturing her mouth in another heated kiss.Her hands roamed up his arms, tangling themselves in his short black hair. He gripped her hips, pressing her deeper into him.“You know how I feel about that man.” She said with a shaky voice. “It’ll never happen again.”A small smile touched the corners of his mouth. “Good,” He said softly. “Because I don’t like sharing you with anyone else.” He paused as his eyes met hers. “Especially him.”“What if—”“Shhh,” he silenced her by placing a finger on her soft lips. “Don’t ruin the moment. Just enjoy this.”He captured her lips in another searing kiss before trailing his hands down her sides. She shivered under his touch. His fingertips ghosted her bare skin. She let out a gasp as his palms made contact with her bare breasts."Cassian," She said, a breathy moan leaving her throat. Her head rolled back in pleasure as his callused fingers toyed with her nipples. They were sensitive and hard already. He licked his thumb and lightly massaged them. The sensation caused another sharp breath between her parted lips. He smiled at her reaction as his thumb slid over her erect nipple. She gasped louder. Cassian leaned further down. He lowered his head and gave her breast a deep and slow lick. Her breath hitched and he could practically hear her heart pounding through her ear drums. He bit down gently on her nipple eliciting a strangled sound from her throat.“Please don’t tease me like this,” She pleaded between gasps.He lifted his head slightly to look her in the eye. Her pupils were blown wide with desire. The dark green irises were dilated with want. Her cheeks flushed pink. Her breathing quickened. He could see the way her chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to catch her breath. He licked the seam of her lips which parted slightly.“Why not?” He asked teasingly. “We’re alone now.” He reached and wrapped his hands tightly around her thigh.She groaned loudly, leaning back into the wall. He smiled victoriously as he stroked her wet core.“Cassian—ah! Please! Don’t stop, please!” Her breathy pleas filled the room and pulled herself closer towards him, trying to gain friction from his erection. He smiled as she did so. He loved seeing her this way. This was usually how they ended their make outs. Him taking charge, her falling limp and giving in completely. But right now, he didn’t want to take over. This was new territory, and he wanted to experience it all with her. He wanted her to beg for more than just release. He wanted her to cry out his name as he thrust himself into her. He wanted to feel all of her, every part of her.Slowly, he started pulling down her underwear. Her legs trembled underneath him. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, memorizing every feature and imperfection he could.Sheia reached for the button on his jeans, trying to undo the zipper, unsuccessfully. He smiled and took hold of her wrists, stopping her.“Let me,” He murmured, pulling out his shirt. Cassian quickly discarded the clothes, letting them land on the ground next to him. He pulled down his pants revealing his underwear.He stepped back as he pulled down the fabric covering his erection, allowing her access. She looked at him, biting her lip nervously."Take me," she mouthed."Fúck!" Cassian cursed as he pushed her up against the wall. Without wasting any time he pushed himself inside her with one forceful thrust.She cried out, arching her back and digging her fingernails into his shoulder blades. He felt her walls clench tight around him, holding him inside. He growled, reaching for her hips and grinding harder. As she moaned loudly, he pumped his hips forward causing her to wrap her legs around his waist. His lips connected with her neck and began sucking softly, nibbling on her flesh."Ahh~" She choked out as another wave of heat shot through her. She wrapped her legs tighter around him and squeezed her eyes shut. The intensity of the sensations almost sent her over the edge.Cassian smirked and kept his pace. He couldn’t stop himself from staring into her eyes as they glazed over with lust and desire. When he felt her body starting to shake, he knew she was nearing her climax.He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers. "Come for me," he breathed. "Let it go."Sheia whimpered lowly and tightened around him."Oh my god!" She yelled out. A long and loud orgasm rocked through her body and left her shaking and panting in his arms.Cassian grunted as he felt the hot liquid rush through his veins. It filled his cóck with such satisfaction. He slammed himself deep into her once more, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He held her closely as he fought to calm his own erratic heartbeat. Their bodies still shook with both exertion and post orgasmic euphoria."Mine," he breathed against her neck."Yours." She whispered.People ran for cover outside, and umbrellas opened as the clouds spat out their beads of water. But the two individuals in the dark alley were dancing in the rain. They held hands, swaying slowly, their eyes fixed on one another."We always meet on a rainy day," Serge said as he pulled her closer to him.Alice giggled. "You know I love the rain.""Dancing while the rain washed away the blood of our fallen men," Serge whispered.It wasn’t unusual for them to be in situations like this—somewhere they shouldn’t be, doing something they couldn’t explain. They were both the children of mafia leaders. 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