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Not until me—until us.
ChapterThirty-Four
Delilah
His mouth is stillon me when I start to come down, my thighs trembling, his fingers still buried inside me.He eases off with the slow reverence of a man who wants to taste every last breath I take for him.
I can’t even speak.
I’m boneless and wrecked and starving for more.My body is still pulsing from his mouth, but I need him inside me.
Now.
Deep.
Raw.
“Cass,” I whisper, fingers carding through his hair, tugging just enough to make him lift his head.
His eyes—dark, wild, glittering with pride and hunger—lock onto mine as he rises to his knees between my legs.He looks huge like this.Towering and flushed and beautiful, the thick outline of his cock straining against his jeans.
“I want you,” I say.“Now.”
He leans in, kissing the inside of my thigh like he needs to map me with his mouth.Then higher—my hip, the dip of my waist, then up my belly with reverence that feels like worship and want all tangled together.Like he can’t stand the idea of leaving any inch of me untouched.
“I don’t want to stop,” he murmurs, voice thick and unraveling.“I want to fuck you so slow you feel me for days.But first ...”
He lifts his gaze, eyes dark and focused, searching mine.“Did you go to the doctor?”
“Yes,” I breathe, nodding.“Tested, like we agreed.All clear.And I’m on the pill.”
His voice softens.“Me too.Full panel.Clean bill.”He hesitates.Eyes still locked on mine.“So I don’t need to pull out?Are you sure?”
My whole-body pulses at that—at the intimacy of it, the way he says it not with arrogance but raw fucking want.I bob my head slowly, lips parted.
“I want to feel all of you, all of it.”
Something flickers in his expression—desperation tinged with reverence—and then he moves.
Cassian rises and peels his shirt off over his head, slow and unhurried like he knows I’m watching every inch.His chest is defined and dusted with just enough hair to tempt.Defined abs, ridged and taut.A trail leads down, disappearing into his waistband.
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his pants, keeping his eyes on mine as he pushes them down.No underwear.
My mouth parts.
He steps out of them, fully naked, and, fuck—he’s gorgeous.All golden skin and sinew, muscles coiled with restraint, his thighs thick and powerful.And then there’s him.
He’s thick, long, and flushed dark at the head.Veins run the length of him, pulsing like they know where they’re meant to go.A bead of precum glistens at the tip.
I lick my lips without meaning to.
He notices.
“Want a taste before I fuck you, baby?”
I nod— quickly, breathless, aching—and sit up on my knees, hands bracing on his hips as I bring my mouth to him.
He groans when I wrap my lips around the head, tongue circling the tip and lapping up the salt-sweet wetness.Precum coats my tongue, and I moan around him.He’s hot.Smooth.Thick enough that my jaw stretches wide.
