Chapter 51: 51. Mature Content--- 18+
"Taste yourself on me later," he said, a wicked promise in his voice, before capturing my lips in a slower kiss, letting me taste the salt of my own arousal.
"We’re not done, sweetheart. Not by a long shot. I want to feel this tight virgin pussy around me, stretching for my cock until you’re begging for more."
This was Cassian—dangerous, intense, the man who’d upended my world—and I was falling deeper into this twisted romance we’d started.
His hands roamed my body, stripping away my night gown to bare my breasts fully, his mouth descending to suck one nipple into the wet heat of his mouth.
"Tell me you want this," he demanded between licks, his teeth grazing the peak. "Tell me you’re mine."
But even as I said it, I knew ’gentle’ wouldn’t last—not with him, not with us.
It sprang out, veined and throbbing, the head already leaking pre-cum, and I stared, wide-eyed, a mix of awe and trepidation flooding me.
His cock hovered at my entrance, the blunt head nudging against my slick folds, parting them slightly as he rocked his hips forward.
I gasped, my hands clutching the sheets, the stretch already promising more than I could handle.
"Breathe, Isabelle," he instructed, his voice low and steady, one hand bracing beside my head while the other guided his shaft. "I’ll go slow at first. Just relax and let me in."
The tip pressed in, breaching me inch by inch, and oh God, it burned—a sharp, insistent pressure that made me whimper and tense up.
"Fuck, you’re tight," he groaned, his jaw clenching as he pushed deeper, pausing when I cried out.
"So goddamn tight, like your pussy was made for my cock. Does it hurt? Tell me."
The pain mingled with a building fullness, a strange ache that hinted at pleasure waiting just beyond. I reached up, fingers digging into his biceps, urging him on.
My words seemed to snap something in him; his hips surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in one controlled thrust.
He stilled, fully sheathed, his breath ragged against my neck.
His hand slid between us, fingers finding my clit again, rubbing in slow circles to ease the sting.
Pain faded into something hotter, needier, and I rocked against him tentatively, testing the slide of him inside me.
Each thrust built the rhythm, his cock dragging along my walls, hitting spots that made stars burst behind my eyelids. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my nails raking down his back.
Cassian obliged, his pace quickening, pounding into me with forceful strokes that shook the bed.
Sweat slicked our skin, the room filled with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, my gasps and his grunts blending into a primal symphony.
"My innocent little Isabelle, creaming all over my dick. Say it—tell me how much you love getting fucked by me." I could only nod at first, words lost in the haze, but then it spilled out: "Yes... I love it. Fuck me, Cassian—make me yours."
The pressure coiled again, faster this time, my pussy fluttering around him as orgasm approached.
"I know, baby."
I shattered, walls clamping down on him in rhythmic pulses, cum gushing around his shaft as I wailed his name.
The intensity dragged him under too—his thrusts stuttered, then he buried deep, roaring as he came, hot spurts flooding my core, marking me from the inside.
"Mine," he whispered, possessive and tender. "All mine now."
But as my breathing evened, a flicker of reality intruded, but I pushed it away, lost in Cassian’s arms.
