The air was thick with heat and heavy breaths, the remnants of their passion lingering like a wildfire refusing to die. Cassian traced slow, deliberate circles on Riven's bare chest, fingers burning paths that ignited every nerve.
Riven's eyes fluttered open, glazed with need and something deeper — a hunger not just for flesh, but for connection. "You're relentless," he murmured, voice rough with desire.
Cassian's lips curved into a smirk, his hands never ceasing their exploration. "Only for you."
The night stretched endlessly between them, a blend of whispered promises and urgent touches. Their bodies spoke a language older than words, a dance of power, trust, and surrender.
Cassian pressed a searing kiss to Riven's throat, teeth grazing the tender skin, eliciting a shiver that raced down to his toes. "Tell me what you want."
Riven's breath hitched. "To be burned… and reborn in your fire."
Cassian's laugh was low, a dangerous promise. "Then let me consume you."
Their union was fierce, the boundaries between pain and pleasure dissolving into waves of sensation that left them both gasping. Each thrust, each caress was a spark, feeding the blaze of their obsession.
The night's fire wasn't just physical; it was emotional, raw, and unyielding. In the darkness, they found a fierce kind of freedom — chained by desire, yet liberated in surrender.
When the dawn finally bled through the windows, they lay tangled, bodies entwined, hearts pounding in synchrony.
Cassian's voice was soft, almost reverent. "You're my fire."
Riven smiled, fingers tracing patterns on Cassian's skin. "And you're my flame."