Novel & Cerita Cassian Acotar Fanfiction

he rasped, tugging at my T-shirt. “So take it off. And take yours off, while you’re at it.” I dragged at his shirt, and then we broke apart enough to fumble with our clothes until we were both bare-chested and panting. Cassian is gorgeous, big and strong and everything, down to the bulge in his jeans. His eyes seemed almost black as he watched me, his lips slick and parted. He looked like sin and sex but also mine. “Fuck, Athena…baby,” he breathed, his fingertips skating over my hips. “You’re so . . .” him calling me baby dis so many things to me.

Because the driver who stepped out was breathtaking. Tall, impossibly composed, with dark, dangerously sharp features and eyes that seemed to pierce right through me. His presence alone was enough to make me forget, even momentarily, the jagged shards of pain I carried. I felt my breath catch, heart stuttering, though I knew I should have been trembling for other reasons entirely. I noticed the small, polished tag clipped to his jacket. The name etched neatly in silver caught my eye: Cassian. My breath hitched again. The sound of it caught somewhere in my throat, unformed, mingling with the sobs that still wracked my body.

His voice was glacial, a stark contrast to the heat of satisfaction blooming in his chest at the sight of her standing so close. Elara bent slightly, hands on her knees as she caught her breath. When she finally stood straight, she found herself staring. She hadn't seen him this close before—the sharp, architectural lines of his jaw, the storm-gray depth of his eyes. He was beautiful in a way that made Damien look like a cheap imitation. How could someone with an angelic face be dangerous? Cassian waited, his patience a heavy weight. Realizing she was gaping, Elara cleared her throat, a flush creeping up her neck. “Uhm... I was wondering if I could... maybe join you?”

I asked, looking around warily for a moment, still feeling a bit unsure. “It won’t.” Cassian said confidently. “I’m still the apex predator here after all.” He said with a smug smile. “And a prey never runs back to its predator.” I couldn’t help but smile at his words.I must be one hell of a crazy prey then. Cassian pulled me into his arms to hug me. I fell in love with my predator. The End.

Cassian is made of muscle and fierce determination. When he sets his sights on something, he makes sure he gets it and tonight it seems he’s mind has been made up to break down my walls. I know this for absolute certainty when he spreads my legs, holds them down with force, dips his mouth to my pussy, and licks from bottom to top through my panties while keeping his eyes firmly on mine. “Fuck," he rasps. "Tell me you want me." “I will never tell you that," I say breathlessly.

“If it weren’t for you and your fucking savior complex just to humiliate me, nobody would be talking about that.” Cassian doesn’t answer me; I’m not even sure if he hears the words. All I know is that his eyes automatically drop to my bare chest, tracing the muscles of my stomach before his tongue darts out to lick his lips—a quick, completely unconscious movement that he probably doesn’t even realize he does. But I see it. Fucking hell.

He let me sleep it off in the car. But I wish that's what I'm talking about, not the memory of my back pressed against the steering while his thrusts sent me over the moon. He sits across me on the jet in a fine merino knit polo over charcoal trousers, hair neatly slicked back. Of course he gets to look so hot every fucking day. Perks of being Cassian Cross. He eyes me, and I feel underdressed in my slip dress and oversized cashmere sweater with little hoop earrings that make me look ‘not so boring ‘

I didn't think that their lawyer would be friends with them. When it was Jaxon's turn, the both of them stared at each other. “What's happening?” I whispered to Jace. “Watch.” Jace smiled. Jaxon rolled his eyes and smiled, shaking him. “Still these old tricks.” He said. I looked at Jace in question. “Cassian is a vampire. He tries to compel Jaxon to call him King, whatever chance he gets. Jaxon has never fallen for it.” I looked at Caspian in a new light. It explained why I thought he was elegant. And those eyes… I had to be careful around him. They might trust him, but I didn't.

I tried to grab it from his hand but he's 6’2, a tower compared to me who's 5’2. He knocked me off with his elbow and shoved me back. I tripped on my feet and fell on my butt, hard. He opened the diary whilst he stared down at me on the floor. A sinister smirk was plastered on his gorgeous face, his eyes cold as ever, “Everyone, listen to the creepy fantasy this loser has about Kade—and unfortunately, I as well.” The crowd snickered. “Another admirer? Leave some for us!” Someone jest. Cassian flipped through the pages and my hands trembled as he started to read out loud.

Charlotte My back is pressed against the cool tiles in our shower and my mate, Cassian, stands before me with a primal look in his eyes. He brings his head down to my neck and lightly bites on my mark, causing me to release a breathy moan. I can feel him smirk against my skin, happy to be a part of my undoing. But his body tenses as the door to our room opens and then the door to our bathroom. Maddox, my other mate and Cassian’s twin brother, grumbles, “We need to talk.”