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I growl low and rough, lifting my hand from his body— to hold it in front of his face for a moment before bringing it to my mouth.
He watches.
Helpless.
Hungry.
I suck one finger into my mouth, slow and obscene, eyes locked on his while I coat it with spit—nice and slick—dragging my tongue along the length before pulling it out with a wet pop.
His cock twitches in front of me.
He’s panting now.Straining to stay upright.His thighs are tense, his arms braced above him like he might collapse without them.
“Good,” I murmur.“Because I want to hear you fall apart.”
Then I slide my hand back down, circling his rim with that slick finger—pressing in slowly.
His whole body clenches.
Hot.Tight.Fuck.
And when I breach him—just the tip of my finger at first—his moan strikes right through me.Raw.Deep.No shame.
I push in farther, curling as I go, working him open while I wrap my lips around the head of his cock again.
He whimpers—Cassian fucking Harlan—whimpering like he’s coming undone under the weight of it.The pressure.The stretch.The fucking need.
His hips rock forward, caught between my mouth and my hand.He doesn’t know which way to move or which part of him to give over, so he gives all of it.
“Jesus fuck,” he breathes, shivering, one hand in my hair and the other clawing at the wall.“Malerick—don’t stop.Don’t fucking stop?—”
I go deeper.Fingers curl.Tongue swirls.I own every inch of him now, and he knows it.
He’s going to break.
And I want to feel it when he does.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I rasp, voice shaking against his skin.I take him deep again—lips wrapped tight, tongue pressing under the head—while my finger keeps moving inside him, slow and slick and fucking precise.
He rocks between my mouth and my hand, breath catching, body twitching like a live wire.His hips grind down into me with that wild, helpless rhythm that only happens when there’s no control left—when it’s all instinct and heat and need.
I curl my finger.
Right there.
That spot I know will wreck him.
Cassian chokes on a moan.His head snaps back against the wall, eyes slamming shut, mouth dropping open as he shatters.
He grunts my name—“Mal—fuck.”Like it burns coming out of him, hips jerking violently as he comes.
Hard.
Hot.
Thick pulses shoot over my tongue, and I don’t stop.
I don’t flinch.
