I wake and the first thing I feel is warmth - his warmth, his body molded perfectly against mine. Then, I feel his gaze, heavy yet tender, pulling me from sleep. Slowly, I open my eyes, and there he is, Cassian, propped on one elbow, watching me with something that makes my heart stutter.
Love.
Pure, unguarded love.
I barely have time to process it before his fingers trace my cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His touch is soft, reverent, and it makes me shiver.
"Good morning, wifey," he murmurs, his voice husky, rough from sleep. His lips curve into a slow, satisfied smile. "It feels good waking up next to you."
I exhale shakily, my heart pounding at the endearment. Wifey. Not out of obligation, not because of duty but because he wants me to be.
"Good morning, my love," I whisper back, my voice barely above a breath. "It's heavenly waking up next to you."
His gaze darkens with something intense, something that makes my entire body tingle. He studies me like he's memorizing every inch, every expression. Then, without warning, he leans in, his lips brushing against mine; soft, slow, but devastatingly deep.
My breath hitches as his hand slides down my bare back, pulling me closer. Our bodies are tangled, skin to skin, heat radiating between us.
"I could stay like this forever," he murmurs against my lips.
"Me too," I admit, knowing that this- this moment, this connection - is more powerful than anything I've ever felt.
Our kisses, touches and passion this time is slow and deliberate, not under any influence, be it alcohol or music.
Cassian kisses me like my lips taste like dates fruits, he can't have enough.
Then he traces my chin and neck with his wet lips, down to my boobs. I'm shuddering with desire, as short low gasps escape from my mouth while I run my fingers through his hair.
"Your boobs are sumptuous, wifey. I can feed on them all day. He moans out and I blush"
"They're all yours my love!" I whimper.
He grabs one of my full breasts, squeezes gently as his lips go to the nipples of the other one. He sucks gently and my whole body convulse with passion.
I run my fingers through his toned muscles, heading to the hollow place on his back. His white skin is velvet smooth, exuding good grooming and bodybuilding. I bit my lips hard to suppress a loud moan while he's busy trilling me with his lips. I'm on fire when he kisses my navel, moving his two hands to grab my butts, squeezing hard. I throw my legs around him and grind my waist towards him. I'm shivering in desire as I moan softly.
Sensing my need, he moves his head lower, to that spot in between my legs. He lifts my legs up and I instantly wrap them round his shoulders. He's searching for my clits with his tongue while cupping my butts with his two hands. He finds it, sucks on it and pulls it into his mouth. This sends heat waves coursing through me and I tremble passionately.
"Cassian…." I cried out.
He keeps sucking on my clits and dipping his tongue deep in and out of my vulva alternative. I moan and rock my waist to match his movements.
Now I feel my juice dripping out, smearing on him and wetting the bed.
"Cassian…" I call out again. "I want you now…please!"
He raises his head and stares at me with heated looks. "How much do you want me?" He asks.
"Bad, baby!" I squirm.
"I don't hear you" he says with a smirk still holding my gaze.
"Cassain, make love to me right now, please! I mutter and that spurs him.
Cassian moves up back to kiss my lips as he quickly insert his dick inside me and begins to fuck the hell out of me.
We take turns riding on and going down on each other, our energy always matching. Cassian and I are like twin flames. There's this endless, unquenchable, burning and consuming desire between us.
Lust burns in our eyes and drips out of our lips. We do it all, touching, kissing, sucking and fucking.
We take a little break, sleep, wake up and start again.
***
I blink my eyes open, lazily stretching as sleep finally fades from my body. A deep, satisfied ache lingers in my muscles, a reminder of last night and this morning. But then, hunger twists in my stomach, making me realize just how much energy we've burned.
Beside me, Cassian is already awake, watching me with hooded eyes. He doesn't say a word, just smirks, that dangerous, knowing smirk that makes my heart race. Then, without hesitation, he pushes the covers aside and stands, heading toward the bathroom.
I freeze.
He's completely naked.
My gaze, helplessly drawn, traces the lines of his body; broad shoulders, toned back, powerful legs. And then…I see it.
A mark.
A birthmark. Right there, on his hip bone.
My breath catches in my throat.
No. No, it can't be.
My mind races, memories colliding all at once - the dimly lit club, the hotel room, the stranger I danced with, the wildness, the way we fit so perfectly. He had the same mark.
Blood drains from my face as the truth slams into me like a crashing wave.
Cassian reaches the bathroom door and pauses, glancing over his shoulder. "You're staring, Celeste." His voice is teasing, unaware.
I can't speak.
I can't move.
Because I just realized - the man from that night…the father of my son… has been right in front of me all along.