Cassian's hand glided south, finding its place against her most sensitive spot. His lips, occupied with teasing and sucking her peaked buds, moved in rhythm with the slow, deliberate strokes of his fingers.
The delicate parting of her folds sent a ripple of overwhelming sensation through Lyra's body, her spine arching as pleasure coiled deep within her. A strange yet familiar intensity coursed through her veins, making her entire body tremble.
"Ah—"
Without warning, Cassian thrust a finger inside her, withdrawing only to plunge in again, each movement precise, relentless. The breathy, sensual moans spilling from her lips stoked the fire burning within him, an insatiable hunger clawing at his restraint.
The wet heat clinging to his fingers spoke of their undeniable need for each other, a lingering echo of that fateful night. Even as his mind warred with the memories of the rut, his body responded instinctively—drawn to her, craving her in ways he refused to admit.
