Cassian's eyes flashed with a sudden, fierce light as he stared at Violetta, a look of incredulous anger and frustration etched into the hard lines of his handsome face. "FOOL!" he roared, his voice a loud, enraged shout that cut through Violetta's tirade like a knife. "Do you truly believe that I would ask such things of you, Violetta? That I would be so cruel and selfish as to demand you bear my children without your consent and ask you to play the role of a perfect wife?" Cassian's voice was a low, bitter laugh, a sound that held a clear note of self-disgust and a deep, abiding sense of despair.
He moved closer, his hand coming up to cup Violetta's cheek, his thumb brushing away the single, bitter tear that slid down her porcelain skin. His own tears fell freely down his face, a silent, heartrending testament to the depth of his anguish and pain. "I would never ask such things of you," Cassian murmured, his voice a low, strangled whisper. "All I have ever wished, all I have ever dreamed of...is having you by my side. Forever." His words were a fervent, desperate plea, a sound that cut through the heavy, charged air of the room like a knife.
Cassian's other hand came up to grip Violetta's waist, pulling her flush against his chest once more as he gazed down at her with a look of desperate, almost frantic appeal. "Why don't you understand, Violetta?" he cried, his voice a loud, anguished shout. "Why can't you see that all I have ever wanted, all I will ever need...is you?" Cassian's voice broke on the last word, a single, wracking sob tearing from his throat as he clung to Violetta, his body shuddering and trembling against her own.
As Cassian's tears soaked into the silk of her gown and his anguished sobs shook his powerful frame, Violetta felt a sudden, sharp pang in her chest. She had been so consumed by her own anger and resentment, so blinded by the need for freedom and independence, that she had failed to see the genuine pain and desperation that lay beneath Cassian's words.
Violetta's heart clenched as she realized the depth of Cassian's feelings for her, the raw, unbridled love and devotion that shone through every tear and every word. A part of her, a part she had long tried to suppress and ignore, stirred to life at the sight of his suffering. It was a part of her that had once loved him deeply, a part that had dreamed of a future by his side.
But that realization was swiftly followed by a surge of confusion and conflict. Violetta's mind reeled as she struggled to reconcile the man before her with the arrogant, controlling noble she had once known. The man who betrayed her, who wasn't there when she needed him the most, the man who suddenly reappeared and demanded her hand in marriage as if it were his right and due.
Violetta's hands, still fisted at her sides, trembled slightly as she grappled with the warring emotions within her. A part of her yearned to comfort Cassian, to soothe his pain and heartache and promise him that everything would be alright. But another part of her, the part that had been hardened and strengthened by years of oppression and betrayal, recoiled at the very thought of giving in, of letting herself be vulnerable once more.
Tears pricked at the corners of Violetta's eyes as she stood there, frozen and torn, her heart and mind waging a silent battle. She had fought so hard, come so far, to forge her own path and claim her independence. Could she really throw it all away now, just because Cassian had finally shown a glimmer of the man he could be? Or was this, perhaps, her chance to finally have the love and partnership she had always dreamed of, the one thing she had never truly allowed herself.
Cassian slowly lifted his head from Violetta's shoulder, his tear-stained face coming into view as he gazed at her with a look of raw, desperate longing. Violetta found herself staring back at him, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the sight of his handsome, anguished features. Almost unconsciously, she raised her hand, her slender fingers cupping his cheek, feeling the skin of her cheek against her palm.
"Cassian," Violetta whispered, his name a soft, breathless sigh on her lips. She could see the way his eyes searched hers, could feel the way his body trembled under her touch. In that moment, she felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to soothe his pain, to chase away the shadows that haunted his gaze.
Before she could second-guess herself, Cassian leaned in and captured her lips in a searing, desperate kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the longing and hunger and love he had kept locked away for so long, a kiss that spoke of a thousand unspoken words and years of pent-up emotion. Violetta gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt the heat of his mouth against her own, the rough texture of his lips and the slick slide of his tongue as he deepened the kiss with a low, needy groan.
For a moment, Violetta was frozen, her mind reeling as she struggled to process the sudden, intense onslaught of sensation. But as Cassian's hands began to roam her body, his fingers splaying across the small of her back to pull her impossibly closer, she felt a sudden, answering heat begin to build low in her belly.
Cassian broke the kiss, his chest heaving and his eyes dark with a new, burning intensity as he gazed down at Violetta. "I apologize beforehand for what I'm about to do," he rasped, his voice a low, strained whisper. "But if you don't like it...you can pull away at any moment."
A deep blush suffused Violetta's cheeks at Cassian's bold words, a mix of shock, arousal, and a lingering hint of anger swirling in her violet eyes. She couldn't believe the sudden turn of events, the way her body was already betraying her, aching for his touch even as her mind reeled at the whiplash of emotion. Just moments ago, she had been shouting at him, pouring out all her pent-up fury and resentment, and now...now he was looking at her with a hunger that made her core clench and throb with need.
Violetta swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry as she stared up at Cassian, a silent, breathless consent hanging in the charged air between them. She couldn't bring herself to speak, couldn't trust her voice not to betray the desperate, aching desire that consumed her. But Cassian seemed to take her silence as the answer he craved, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face.
"I'll take that as a yes," Cassian murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr as he leaned in to capture Violetta's lips once more. This time, his kiss was harder, more demanding, a clear declaration of his intent as he plundered her mouth with a fervor that stole her breath away. At the same time, his hands began to roam her body with a new, burning intensity, his fingers splaying across the curve of her waist before sliding up to cup the heavy swell of her breasts.
Violetta gasped into his mouth, her back arching as Cassian's thumbs found her nipples through the thin silk of her gown, teasing and circling the hardened peaks until she was squirming against him, a low, needy whimper escaping her throat. His lips trailed from her mouth, his teeth nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin of her neck, his tongue soothing the sting with long, slow licks that made her shudder and clench with desire.
As he kissed and caressed her, Cassian began to walk Violetta backwards, his body pinning her against the edge of the large oak desk that dominated her study. The hard, unyielding wood pressed against the small of her back as Cassian's hands slid down to grip her thighs, hoisting her up and onto the smooth surface with a sudden, decisive movement. Violetta gasped, her skirts riding up her legs as she found herself splayed out beneath him, Cassian's powerful body caging her in as he loomed over her. His eyes raked over her disheveled form, taking in the flushed skin and heaving chest, the lips kiss-swollen and parted in breathless anticipation. "Tell me you want this, Violetta," Cassian rasped, his voice a low, strained growl as his hand slid up her thigh, his fingers brushing against the lace-edged hem of her panties. "Tell me you need this as much as I do."
Violetta could only moan wantonly, her head falling back as Cassian's fingers brushed against the damp lace of her panties, the flimsy fabric already soaked through with her arousal. "Cassian," she gasped, his name a desperate, needy plea on her lips as her hips bucked up against his touch, seeking more of the delicious friction that only he could provide.
With a low, feral growl, Cassian slowly peeled Violetta's panties down her thighs, the scrap of lace catching for a moment on her knees before he tugged them free and let them drop to the floor. Violetta shuddered as the cool air hit her heated flesh, her glistening, swollen folds already dripping with need, the musky scent of her desire perfuming the air between them.
Cassian's hands slid up the length of her thighs, his fingers kneading and massaging the soft skin as he slowly, teasingly pushed her skirt up and out of the way. He gripped the silk of her skirt and with a sudden, sharp tug, tore at the fabric. The sound of ripping silk filled the air as Cassian tore the skirt of Violetta's gown, not enough to completely destroy the garment, but just enough to bare her to his scorching gaze. The tattered edges of the skirt fell away, exposing the glistening, wet folds of Violetta's pussy to Cassian's eyes.
"Forgive me," Cassian murmured, his voice a low, strained rasp as he gazed down at Violetta's exposed, glistening pussy. "I can't hold back any longer." With that, he knelt down before her, his broad shoulders pushing her thighs further apart as he leaned in to run his tongue slowly, deliberately up the slick, swollen folds of her pussy.
Violetta cried out, a high, keening wail of pleasure tearing from her throat as Cassian's tongue made contact with her most sensitive flesh. Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping the short strands tightly as she ground her hips against his face, desperate for more of the mind-blowing ecstasy that only he could give her. "Cassian!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls of her study as he began to suckle and lap at her aching, throbbing heat. Her violet eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out, and breasts heaving as she came undone, gushing her sweet nectar into his eager mouth. The obscene slurping and suckling sounds filled the room as he greedily drank down every drop of her ambrosia. Violetta's pussy clenched and spasmed, dripping and drooling her honeyed essence all over Cassian's chin and chest as he relentlessly pleasured her.
Violetta's juices flooded his mouth and dripped down his throat, the taste of her arousal igniting a primal hunger in him that could not be sated. Violetta's voluptuous body shuddered and quaked, her breasts bouncing and jiggling through the fabric of her gown with each thrust of Cassian's tongue, the cool air on her sweat-slicked skin making her shiver and moan. Violetta's head lolled from side to side, her long silver-blonde hair splayed out behind her as she rode out the intense waves of her climax, screaming Cassian's name over and over again until her voice grew hoarse and ragged.
Violetta's pussy gushed and squirted, painting Cassian's face and chest with her slick arousal as he brought her to one mind-blowing orgasm after another, each one more intense than the last, until Violetta collapsed back onto the desk, utterly spent and satisfied, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her release. Violetta's eyes fluttered closed, a blissful smile on her kiss-swollen lips as she drifted off into a state of sated, dreamless sleep, the events of the night finally catching up with her. The room fell silent save for the sound of Cassian's labored breathing and the occasional soft, contented sigh that escaped Violetta's lips as she slumbered, her body still bare and exposed, a testament to the passionate, carnal encounter they had just shared.