The room was thick with anticipation — the kind that pressed against your skin, electric and suffocating. Cassian's dark eyes locked onto Riven's with an intensity that promised both pleasure and pain.
"You're testing me," Cassian said, voice low and warning. "Pushing me to the edge."
Riven smirked, fearless, daring. "Maybe I want to see how far you'll go."
Cassian's hands gripped Riven's hips tightly, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. Every breath they took was a battle between restraint and surrender.
With slow, deliberate movements, Cassian traced a path of fire along Riven's collarbone, his lips following in a searing kiss that left Riven trembling. "You belong to me," Cassian whispered, voice husky with need.
Riven's reply was a shiver of delight as their bodies pressed harder together, skin against skin, heat rising with every heartbeat. The air around them seemed to pulse, alive with raw desire and unspoken promises.
Cassian's hands roamed possessively, claiming every inch of Riven as if to imprint him forever. His touch was demanding yet tender, a paradox that left Riven breathless and aching for more.
The boundary between control and chaos blurred as they fell into a rhythm—intense, consuming, a dance of dominance and submission that neither wanted to end.
Cassian's voice dropped to a growl. "Tonight, I own every part of you."
Riven gasped, arching into the pleasure that Cassian unleashed with expert precision — a delicious torment that brought them both to the edge again and again.
In the aftermath, they lay tangled, hearts pounding and skin flushed, knowing they had crossed a line neither could retreat from. Control had been tested and shattered — replaced by a fierce, undeniable connection.