Nesta halted him with a hand on his chest. Just one hand, and he stopped, utterly at her command. If she wanted it to end here, it would.
It softened her enough that she couldn’t quite keep the tremor out of her voice as she said, “I want you deeper.”
Cassian panted, eyes wild, as she crawled out of his arms. As she turned onto her stomach and lifted her backside for him, offering herself.
He made a low sound of need. She arched her hips higher, inviting him to take, to feast.
His restraint shattered. He was on her in an instant, lifting her hips higher as he sheathed himself in a single thrust. Nesta screamed then, a sound of such pleasure she knew it echoed off the mountains, feeling him hit the deepest spot of her.
Cassian pounded into her, a hand moving from her hip to her hair, tugging her head back, baring her throat. She gave herself over to it, to him, and the lack of control was heady, so pleasurable that she could barely stand it. He thrust harder, so deep with this angle that she might have been screaming again, might have been sobbing.
His other hand drifted between her legs, his cock pounding into her, her hair gripped like reins in one hand, her pleasure in his other. She was utterly at his mercy, and he knew it—he was snarling with desire, slamming home so hard his balls slapped against her.
The silken touch had her erupting.
Her climax crashed upon her, out of her, her inner muscles clenching him tight.
Cassian roared, the sound echoing through the room, and he became utterly wild as release found him and he spilled into her with such force that his seed ran down her thighs.
And then his weight fell upon her back, and only an arm that he threw out to brace them kept them from collapsing.
Reeling, Nesta could only breathe, breathe, breathe.
Cassian lay buried in her, and it felt so good, so right, that she wanted him always this deep in her, his seed spilling down her legs, forever.
“Oh, gods,” he whispered against her spine, over the tattoo inked along it. “That was …”
“I know,” she panted. “I know.”
It was as much as she’d confess. As much as she’d let herself admit.
Too good. It had felt too good, and nothing and no one would ever compare to it.
He said, voice shaking, “I’ve made a mess of you.”
She buried her face in the blanket. “I like it.”
Cassian went still, but he gently extracted himself from her in a long, long pull. He dragged his seed with him, and another rush of it tickled down her thighs, dripping on the blanket, as he pulled out fully. She didn’t move. Couldn’t move. Didn’t want to move.
She felt him kneeling behind her, staring at the ass she still held upward, the view it presented.
“I shouldn’t enjoy seeing that so much,” he growled.
Her breasts tightened. But she asked coyly, “Seeing what?”
“You. Covered in me. That beautiful sex of yours.”
She blushed and lowered her body to the mattress. “No one has ever called it beautiful.”
“It is. It’s the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.”
She smiled into the blanket. “Liar.”
“I’m beyond lies right now, Nesta.”
His voice was so rough she looked over a shoulder. Cassian still knelt, and his face … It was utterly devastated, as if she’d taken him apart and left him in ruin. “What is it?” she asked, but he moved off the bed and reached for his fallen clothes.
Nesta twisted, her legs and core drenched in his essence and hers, but he donned his pants, gathering up his shirt and jacket, and the weapons she hadn’t realized he’d carried. When he lifted his head, he threw her a wicked smile. “Just sex, right?”
It was a trap, somehow. She couldn’t discern in what way, but the words were dangerous. She’d meant them, though. Or had wanted to, at least. So Nesta said, “Right.”
His eyes flickered, and he grinned again, aiming for the door. “Thanks for the ride, Nes.” He winked, and was gone.
She stared at the door, puzzling over his exit, so swift that his seed still leaked out of her.
Was it punishment? Had he not enjoyed it? She had the proof of his enjoyment between her legs, but males could find their pleasure and still not deem it good.
Was he trying to demonstrate what she’d done to all those males? Bedded them and then kicked them out?
She’d said just sex, but had thought it might at least come with some … cuddling. A few minutes to enjoy the feel of his body against hers before pride made her order him to leave.