The room pulsed with a restless energy, the echoes of their last encounter still reverberating through the walls. Cassian paced slowly, thoughts tangled with memories of every touch, every gasp, every whispered confession that lingered like a ghost between them.
Riven watched from the shadows, eyes dark and smoldering, his body still humming with the remnants of their passion. He stepped forward, each movement deliberate, a silent challenge.
"Can you feel it too?" Riven's voice was low, edged with both doubt and daring. "The way desire haunts us even when we're apart?"
Cassian's gaze sharpened, heat flaring behind his eyes. "I do. It's a chain I can't break, and I don't want to."
Their closeness was electric, the space between them charged with unspoken promises. Cassian's hand found Riven's, fingers curling possessively around his wrist, anchoring them to the present.
"Come with me," Cassian whispered, pulling Riven into the center of the room.
Their lips collided in a fierce kiss, a hunger unleashed. Hands roamed over bare skin, igniting fires that burned hotter with each touch. The night became a playground of shadows and light, whispers and moans.
Cassian's voice was a breath against Riven's ear. "You're mine. Every part of you."
Riven shivered, surrendering to the overwhelming tide of need. "And I'm yours. Always."
The room filled with their shared heat — a symphony of pleasure, power, and an obsession that refused to fade.
As the night deepened, every kiss, every touch echoed the relentless pull of temptation, binding them tighter in a dance neither wanted to end.