The silk sheets were cool against their heated skin, a sharp contrast to the fire still raging inside them. Cassian traced slow, deliberate patterns down Riven's spine, his touch teasing and merciless. Every movement ignited a fresh blaze of sensation.
Riven arched into the fingertips, eyes half-lidded with need and challenge. "You think silk can tame this flame?" he murmured, voice husky.
Cassian smiled darkly, lips brushing the shell of Riven's ear. "No. But it can bind it."
The promise in his voice sent shivers down Riven's spine, a delicious mix of anticipation and surrender. Cassian's hands roamed lower, fingers slick and searching, teasing the line between pleasure and torment.
"Not so easy to catch, are you?" Cassian whispered, his breath warm, his fingers sliding with purpose.
Riven bit his lip, resisting the urge to cry out. "Try me," he dared, the challenge hanging thick in the air.
Cassian's grin deepened. He rolled them over, pinning Riven beneath him with the weight of his body and the intensity in his eyes. "I will. And I'll unravel every thread until you're mine."
The silk ribbon—soft, sensual—came next, a contrast to the raw heat that pulsed between them. Cassian deftly tied it around Riven's wrists, a silent declaration of possession and trust. Riven's pulse quickened, the thrill of submission mingling with the hunger that consumed them both.
Cassian's lips followed the trail of silk, kissing down Riven's collarbone with a fierce tenderness. Fingers explored, muscles tensed and released, the dance of power and passion escalating.
When Cassian's mouth found Riven's again, the kiss was fire and ice—demanding yet reverent, a promise of everything and nothing at once.
The night stretched on, a tangled symphony of gasps, whispered names, and heated touch. Every caress was a battle, every moan a surrender.
When dawn crept in, soft and golden, they lay entwined—a tangle of silk and fury, bound not just by flesh but by the fierce, consuming fire between them.