Inside, I flicked on the dim lights, the soft glow casting a warm ambiance. My mind raced, considering changing into something more comfortable, but Cassian had other plans. Before I could take another step, he swept me off my feet in one fluid motion.

“Cassian!” I gasped, clutching his broad shoulders.

He carried me effortlessly to the couch, settling me on his lap with a playful smirk. His arms wrapped around me, anchoring me to him as he leaned back, exuding unshakable confidence.

“You weren’t thinking of running off, were you?” he asked, his voice low, teasing, and dripping with possessiveness.

I laughed softly, resting a hand against his chest. “Not at all. But if you insist, I suppose I can stay here a little while longer,” I teased back, though the way his hands gripped my waist sent a thrill of desire coursing through me.

His fingers slid lower, his touch deliberate as he squeezed my ass, making me gasp. His lips brushed against my ear, his breath warm and intoxicating. “You’re going to squirt for me tonight,” he growled, his tone rough with command.

“Cassian!” I protested, shocked at his bluntness, though my body betrayed me, a heated ache spreading through my pussy. “It’s going to be messy!”

His eyes darkened, the dominant edge in his gaze making my pulse race. “I don’t give a fuck,” he replied, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “Messy is exactly how I want it.”

My breath hitched as he shifted me to straddle his lap, my knees on either side of his powerful thighs. His hands roamed over me with purpose, tracing every curve as if memorizing the feel of me. His lips found mine, and the kiss was all-consuming, his dominance radiating through every movement.

I tugged at his jacket, desperate to feel his skin. He shrugged it off with ease, followed by his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and arms. 

“You have such a nice body,” I whispered, my hands exploring the hard planes of his torso.

His lips curled into a smirk. “It’s all yours, baby. Every inch.”

Cassian’s hands slid up my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.

 “And I know there’s nothing under that sexy dress of yours,” he murmured, his voice laced with hunger. His hands found the hem of my dress, lifting it slowly to reveal more of my bare skin.

My moans filled the room as he rocked me against his bulge, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through me. His lips left a trail of kisses down my neck, his hands gripping my ass to guide my movements. My pace quickened, and his gaze never left mine, dark and primal.

He continued guiding my ass to grind against the growing bulge in his jeans.

 "Mmm yeah baby, work that sexy ass on my cock," Cassian growled as I rode him harder, desperate to feel his throbbing hardness.

He unzipped his jeans and slid them down just enough to free his straining erection. I moaned, still holding onto his neck as I picked up the pace, grinding soaked pussy against his rock hard shaft.

"Fuck Rox, you're so fucking hot. I love feeling your wet pussy on my cock," Cassian panted, squeezing my ass.

I threw my head back in ecstasy, my moans getting louder as I rode him feverishly, chasing my impending orgasm.

Cassian gazed hungrily at my ample breasts straining against the confines of my silk dress, biting them through the dress. Unable to resist any longer, he reached out and pulled the top of my dress down, freeing them. I let out a soft moan as Cassian cupped my breasts in his big strong hands, feeling their warm weight. He began to knead and squeeze them, rolling my hardening nipples between his fingers.

I arched my back, pushing my breasts more fully into his grasp. Cassian was already lowered as I sat on him, he flicked his tongue across one stiff peak before drawing it into his mouth. He suckled deeply, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud as I gasped in pleasure.

He moved to my other breast, giving it the same devoted attention, licking and sucking and gently biting until I was writhing on him, my breasts glistening and tender from his ministrations. Cassian buried his face between my breasts, enthusiastically.

“Fuck, you’re just perfect,” he growled.

"Cassian, yes! Don't.. stop, I'm.. gonna!" I panted.

“Say my name, Rox,” he demanded, his voice thick with desire. “Let me hear it.”

I squeezed his neck to hold myself up, as I picked up the pace rocking back and forth on his bulge.

I gasped, my release building fast as I clung to his neck. “Cassian… oh, Cassian!” I cried out, my voice trembling with pleasure.

With a few more frantic grinds, my body seized up as intense pleasure crashed over me. I came hard, drenching Cassian's boxers with my juices as I shuddered and quaked in his lap, still squeezing his neck.

He started coughing.

He let out a deep chuckle, his hold on me tightening. “Fuck, baby, I’ve never tried that before.” He muttered, his lips brushing mine. “You’re so fucking sexy. Don’t ever hold back with me.”

Embarrassed, I hid my face against his neck, but he tilted my chin up, his blue eyes locking onto mine. 

“Don’t hide,” he said firmly. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.”

He kissed me again, slow and sensual, as if savoring the taste of me. Finally, he stood with me still in his arms, cradling me against his chest like I weighed nothing.

“Let’s get cleaned up and head to bed,” he murmured, his voice softer now, though the possessiveness still lingered.

As he carried me to the bedroom, my heart raced with anticipation. But even as I melted into his embrace, one thought lingered: Why hadn’t he marked me yet? The question gnawed at me, but for now, I pushed it aside, content to lose myself in him.