NOAH
Pinned beneath Cassian on the couch, my body betrayed me at every turn, his weight a heavy reminder of the power he held over me.
His cock, still rigid and slick from my mouth, ground against my thigh through the thin barrier of his open pants, sending jolts of unwanted heat straight to my core.
I was achingly hard, the denim of my jeans straining painfully around my erection, every subtle shift of his hips teasing the sensitive length trapped inside.
Shame burned in my chest, mixing with the raw arousal that had been building since he first yanked my hair and made me kneel.
I hated how much I wanted this, how my body responded to his cruelty like it was starved for it.
His dark eyes bored into mine, hungry and unyielding, as if he could see every filthy thought racing through my head.
Then, without a word, his hand slid down my torso, fingers splaying possessively over my belt before dipping lower.
