Riven didn't remember falling asleep. But when he woke, he was blindfolded again. Bound. Lying on his back, arms stretched above his head, soft cuffs looped into silk rope.
The room was hot. Heavy with incense and velvet shadows.
"Cassian?"
A hand brushed his chest. "Still here, pet."
Riven trembled. "What are you doing?"
"Teaching you what surrender feels like."
Cassian's lips brushed his jaw, his neck, then down his torso. The slow drag of heat left goosebumps across Riven's skin. Every touch was a promise. Every breath, a threat.
He started with a feather—tracing over nipples, across ribs, down to the curve of Riven's hip. Then came ice—a cube dragged along his thigh, melting in slick rivulets.
"Tell me to stop," Cassian whispered.
Riven gasped. "Don't you dare."
The blindfold tightened as Cassian kissed lower.
His mouth closed around Riven's cock—wet, hot, devastating. He sucked with deliberate cruelty, one hand holding Riven down while the other teased his entrance.
The stretch burned, but Riven was too lost in sensation to care.
Cassian didn't stop at one orgasm. He made Riven come, then kept going—fingers curling inside him, tongue lapping every spasm.
Then he mounted him, slow and heavy.
The pressure made Riven cry out. Cassian silenced him with a kiss.
"I love how you break," he murmured.
He fucked him hard, hips snapping. The sound of skin on skin echoed in the dark.
"Say you want this."
"I want—fuck—yes!"
Cassian growled against his throat. "Mine."
He came deep, grinding hard as Riven shook beneath him.
After, Cassian untied him gently. Rubbed circulation back into his wrists.
"You scare me," Riven whispered.
Cassian kissed his shoulder. "Good. Fear keeps things interesting."
Riven rolled toward him. "And what if I start wanting more?"
Cassian met his gaze. "Then you're already in my trap."