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It had only been three days since Emerie had limped into training.
Mor with a satisfied smile only a few steps behind her.
Gwyn had looked up at Nesta with her eyebrows so high they were almost hidden by her hair, and while the blonde female had simply waved at them, heading towards the two Illyrian warriors, their friend had groaned loudly when she'd sat down next to them to stretch her legs. It hadn't taken long before Emerie had been bombarded with questions.
It hadn't taken long either for the proud Valkyrie to recount every last detail of her fiery evening with her new girlfriend.
Gwyn had nodded with the attitude of someone who knew a lot about the various items being mentioned, as if she had experienced them on her own skin or that of the Shadowsinger, but Nesta had never had the opportunity to include such things in their private sessions.
Then again, the only couple who appeared not to have gone to the brand new sexy shop downtown yet were Nesta and Cassian. Even Feyre had hinted at the use of certain objects in bed, some infused with magic, which only added to the beauty of her and Rhysand's relationship.
Nesta hadn't wanted to know any more about her sister's activities in the bedroom, but when even Elain had admitted that she'd been out in the city and shopping for her and her mate, she hadn't resisted a day longer and had dragged Cassian into the intimate little shop.
She had never seen the male so excited about shopping, not even when dropping by the armoury. And as they had browsed through the various exhibits, Cassian had made her promises that he had better keep, buying more things than they both thought necessary.
And now, on the most magical night of the year, when the stars rained down from the sky like snowflakes, Cassian had managed to grasp the irony of it and had decided to use one of their smaller purchases.
Nesta wouldn't have been able to remember the name of that device even if she'd just woken up, right after breakfast, let alone while she was bent over the desk, the bottom of her dress clinging to her hips and back as her husband stood behind her, stroking the swell of her ass.
He slid a finger under the string of Nesta's thong, causing her to take a shuddering breath, pulling her panties so far up that her lower lips parted, divided by that thin strip of fabric. Nesta moaned softly as one of the seams of the garment passed over her clit, massaging it for mere seconds, biting her lip so as not to be heard by the guests who had surely already arrived and were walking around the House.
She would have said that it bothered her, but the idea of being caught, the idea of being watched as her partner teased her on that rough surface that kept scratching her erect covered nipples, only fueled the fire inside her. And she knew full well, from the various grunts of approval that occasionally came from him, that Cassian wasn't opposed to such a thing either.
Cassian's other hand ended up on her back, stroking her bare skin until it stopped in the middle of her shoulder blades and he pushed her harder against the table top. He pulled at her thong until Nesta was forced to stand on her tiptoes, thrusting her hips into the air against him. Only then did he let go of his grip. Nesta sighed pleasantly at that slight unexpected whiplash.
"The lady at the shop said you had to be ready to wear this," he murmured in a sultry voice. She was about to turn around, but the hand that was on the small of her back found itself in her hair in an instant, pushing her head towards the wall and forcing her to remain in the dark about what he was doing.
His fingers clenched tightly around her hair had Nesta moaned, thrusting her hips back, looking for any kind of friction to relieve the growing pressure between her legs.
When he spoke, his voice was much darker and more commanding than before, "I don't recall saying you could look."
Nesta closed her eyes, refraining from snapping back at him and deciding instead to play her role properly. After all, if she played nice, Cassian would repay her once they were back in their room.
"Forgive me, my lord."
He simply hummed, "Now let’s make sure you do not interrupt me again."
Nesta was about to assent when his hand came down with incredible force on her right ass cheek, surprising her. She couldn't stop her movements as she pulled herself up sharply, pushing against the still firm grip he had on her hair.
She turned to face him, her jaw tense and her breathing laboured. Her eyes gleamed with that familiar grey shadow as they settled on him, silently demanding an explanation.
Surely her misbehavior a few seconds earlier hadn't been so grave that it warranted punishment by spanking, but the expression on Cassian's face made her realize that getting up from the position he'd put her in surely required a harsher response.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked through gritted teeth. Nesta lifted her chin slightly, challenging him. He snorted, but there was no amusement in that sound. "Foolish woman." he told her, looking her straight in the eye, pressing his face so close to hers that she faintly smelled the wine he had drunk as they got ready in his breath. Nesta breathed through her nostrils, reducing her lips to a thin line to avoid correcting him - she hadn't been a woman for years now and he knew it.
Cassian loosened his grip on her hair, dropping his hand to her shoulder and keeping the other tucked behind his back, hiding whatever they would use that night from her prying eyes.
His gaze fell to her lips for a second, almost imperceptible as a gesture, but Nesta was burning and whatever he would offer her, she would take it.
"Bed." he ordered, shifting his gaze to the door when they heard more footsteps. Nesta didn't move and when his eyes returned to her, they were dark with intent. "Now. And bend over the edge. Gown up."
Pulling herself up slowly and never taking her eyes off his, Nesta made her way into the room, swinging her hips in a way she knew would drive her husband crazy. Cassian growled behind her, "Faster."
She looked over her shoulder at him, settling down on the corner of the mattress and pulling her dress up slowly, uncovering her ankles, knees and thighs little by little, until the cool air of the room hit her utterly soaked sex.
Cassian clenched his exposed hand into a fist and Nesta could see the way he tightened his jaw, the muscles under his cheeks keeping flickering so much that for a moment she wondered how his teeth were still whole.
"Nesta." he warned her.
She looked up at him, curling one corner of her mouth, "Yes, my lord?" she accentuated each word by spreading her legs wider and wider, giving him a better view of her dripping cunt.
"Follow." he breathed through his nostrils, taking a threatening step towards her. Her toes curled inside her narrow heels. "Your fucking. Orders."
Nesta smiled as she looked up at him from under her lashes, huffing loudly, but she knelt on the floor, keeping her dress around her hips and turned to the bed.
“This is not what I told you to do.” he sheeted behind her. The second after his arm wrapped around her waist and she was hoisted up in the air and dropped on the edge of the bed, where he wanted her.
His fingers grazed the uncovered skin just above her navel and goosebumps broke on her back, making Cassian chuckle behind her. She was so worked up that even just that simple brush of his calloused hands sent shivers down her spine and a moan slipped from her lips.
Cassian, who has been in the middle of removing his arm around her, halted. “What was that?”
Nesta closed her eyes, waiting for the hit to come down on her. When it didn’t, she dared looking at him.
His breath labored as his chest raised and fell at an unusual speed and his eyes glazed over as if trying to restrain himself from dropping his pants right and there and just fuck her senseless into next week.
Not that Nesta would complain.
Their eyes met and his cleared as he shook his head, as if finally seeing her after a long time apart.
He leaned down over her, breathing her in, and let his lips brush hers and his fingers slid lower on her stomach and found just how wet Nesta actually was. The second his fingertips skimmed her clit, she arched her back, pushing her head further from his.
“You pull something like that while we’re out there and I can’t promise I won’t fuck you on the table in front of everyone.” he threatened, pulling away completely. She gathered he was talking about her moan.
And that’s when she heard it, the faint buzzing hitting her sensitive fae hears. Wheter he’d just turned it on or she’d just been to distracted by his vicinity, she didn’t know. What she knew was that tonight was going to be a hell of a long one.
Without any warning, Cassian spread her lips with his fingers and Nesta had to push down the urge to scream. Her hands fisted the sheets as his thumb worked her clit with deliberately slow circles.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he murmured. She took a deep breath when she realized how close he was to her pussy, his breath fanning over her as he kneeled on the floor. “So fucking wet.”
His tongue darted out, twirling over her entrance. Nesta pressed her face against the bed, repressing the sounds she wanted to make.
This was so unfair. Once she’d be out there, in the middle of all those people, she wouldn’t have been able to even lean on something to support herself if it all became too much. The fact she wasn’t allowed to moan in their private rooms was just another torturing addiction of his.
His mouth latched onto her skin and Nesta’s stomach almost leaped out of her mouth. It was so good. So fucking good.
She hadn’t realized she’d said it out loud untild he asked, “Yeah? You like it?”
Her soft whimpers answer enough for him to continue his slow torment. His fingers moved expertly and brushed her entrance once again. She clenched her pussy around one when he slid it in her hard and fast, just to pull out and shove two back inside. He got up in one fluid motion, fingers still, deep in her pussy, gently caressing that sensitive spot inside of her.
Nesta tried to keep her voice low, but when she opened her mouth to beg him to do something, to beg him to let her come at least once before they were off to the party, he started moving and whatever words were on the tip of her tongue died there.
A scream erupted from her. Chocked on the air that refused to come out.
She starred at the wall in front of her as his fingers curled over that patch of rigged skin and his thumb pushed down on her clit the moment the orgasm crushed over her like a blistering hot shower. Her body tensed and shook, her eyes rolled back in her head as the silent scream kept pushing out of her lungs.
Her legs gave out under her weight and she slumped over the bed while he never stopped his ministrations, drawing everything she could give him out of her.
His movements now so hard and fierce her body hit the hardwood of their bed every time he pushed his fingers in deeper.
His other hand came down on her ass, slapping the already overly sensitive skin there and finally her voice came back. She moaned his name so loud, another slap hit her hard on the other cheek and then another and another, until her body was again tight with anticipation and his fingers finally stilled, before Cassian pulled them out gently and cupping her pussy with his hand, spreading her juices all over her now-red skin. Letting her know once again that she was his to control in every way someone could immagine.
“You did so good for me, baby.” he whispered, sliding his hand from between her legs and resting it on her aching arse. “So good. But we’re not finished.”
She whimpered, maybe a tad too dramatic, cause Cassian’s hands halted their movements as he laid one on her back, his thumb softly grazing her skin.
“Are you with me, Nesta?”
She nodded, mumbling a response.
He clicked his tongue, his voice softening as he put a knee on the bed, eyeing her face carefully as he leaned over next to her. “No, sweetheart, I’ll need a verbal reply for this one. You’re still here?”
Nesta closed her eyes, “I’m fine, you overbearing giant bat. I just need a minute.”
Cassian chuckled lightly, “You sure?”
Even without looking at him, she could feel the tension lacing his words. The faint fear he’d gone too far and strained her too much. She sent a reassuring feeling down the bond and the unmistakable squeeze that tasted like burned wood and honey she got in answer let her go of a sigh.
Cassian moved off the bed and Nesta couldn’t care less of what he was doing in her post orgasmic bliss. Only when he came back after a few minutes and positioned himself right behind her did she lent an ear to her surroundings.
She felt a wet cloth scrub at her legs, slowly creeping up her thighs till he reached her pussy and his strokes got gentler, cleaning her off of her pleasure. She murmured her thanks.
“You’re welcome, my Lady.” he said with steady voice. She heard him take a deep breath. “Our guests are waiting for us and if we don’t hurry up we’ll lose the show.”
Nesta really didn’t want to miss the stars.
She plopped up on her elbows, leaning her head – which still felt like it was made of lead – on her shoulder, “So. what’s taking you so long?”
Cassian smirked at her, raising his eyesbrows. “Alright, given you’re being so cocky, I’m guessing you’re ready for this.”
He finally – finally – lifted the hand holding their new toy and Nesta’s smile widened.
The small woven silk thread tied two medium-sized balls together to form a tiny cloth ring. The lady at the shop had explained to them that the ring was supposed to be an aid to pulling the toy out once it was fully inserted, but that there would be no problem should it also slip inside her.
It would only be necessary to slide two fingers in and find the balls, pulling them out gently.
They had also been told that their only function was to stimulate the pelvic floor, but it had been their friends who had hinted that it only took a tiny twinge of power to make those precious shiny stone balls vibrate and create an even more mind-blowing sensation for whoever wore them.
They had had plenty of time to try and let their power get accostumed to the objects.
Nesta tilted her head.
“Bring it on.”
Cassian nodded once, gripping her dress tight and lifting it back up her torso. He slid his fingers through her folds, making her shudder. She was still so sensitive, if he so much as tried to touch her clit, she would’ve come in an instant. He started, “Just some ground rules-”
“You’re not allowed to make me come in front of other people.” She pushed out through deep breaths to steady her beating heart.
He stopped his torture, pulling his fingers away just to come back with the smooth head of the first ball. Nesta hissed as the cold surface made contact with her heated core.
“You good?”
“Yeah, just a little cold. Put them in so we can go join our family and friends.” she ordered.
Cassian groaned, “This is gonna be hard.”
Nesta saw the opportunity and took it, “You’re talking about your dick, aren’t you?”
He laughed, making the ball he was sliding up and down between her lips bounce against her clit and making her moan. She bit down on her tongue, squinting when he tried pushing the ball through her hole and found resistance. He hummed and started wetting it more with her arousal, “You’re sure you wanna do it? We don’t really have to if you’re not fully into it. I mean you surely seem to be-”
Nesta didn’t even bother stopping him, she just reached behind her and put her hand on his, pushing the toy in her pussy. Once it popped in, they both moaned out loud, Cassian interlacing their fingers and licking hers clean before placing her arm back on the duvet.
He smiled mischievously, pulling at the thread that was tied to the first ball, teasing her entrance and letting it come out just as much as needed for her pussy to strech and pushing it back inside right before it could pop out. He played some more with her, leaving a kiss from time to time to her clit.
She was on the verge of another orgasm when he stopped.
“Cass...” she sighed, almost out of breath as she reached for him again, but his other hand closed around her wrist, stopping her.
“No, baby,” he murmured, losening his squeeze on her arm and letting her go, “now we’re gonna try and activate the things. So I need you to keep your hands on the bed, can you do that for me? Can you be good like that for me?”
She simply nodded and Cassian praised her a little more, making her walls clench around the toy as she squeezed her eyes shut.
“I need you to tell me if it’s too much, do you remember your safe word?”
Nesta nodded again.
“What is it?”
“Red.”
“Such a good little slut.”
Nesta moaned again at his words, biting the back of her hand to keep from moving.
She’d told him he could use those terms only a few times, but Cassian never failed to speak them out loud only when he knew she’d react best.
“Deep breaths, like that,” he caressed her back with one hand as he kept the other tight around the thread of the toy, ready to pull it out in case something went wrong. “Now, relax...”
She’d just begun to come down from the crest she was swinging on when the vibrating started, from deep inside of her and reached her every nerve ending, sending her spiraling in a mind-shattering orgasm. Her legs started shaking as Cassian pulled and pushed at the toy, making it move against her most sensitive spot while the object just kept on shaking vibrating in her.
She let out a moan, mouth hanging open as her entire body tightened and then snapped, closing in in itself.
The vibrating stopped and the shaking subdued progressively as Cassian ran his hands up and down her legs.
“Maybe it was a bit too strong.” he whispered, talking more to himself than her. A spasm travelled through her body. “Definitely too strong.”
Nesta laughed then, so freely and happily that Cassian couldn’t help but smile as wide as he could.
She turned on her back, he legs still dangling from the bed in Cassian’s hands, who was now massaging her calves. She glanced down at him.
“Put the other inside and let’s go, it’s really getting late.”
Cassian snorted, his eyesbrows high, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen by the way.”
Nesta hummed, “Fuck yes.”
He placed her right foot on his shoulder and got to work, being careful not to touch her sensitive clit. The second ball slipped in like it was nothing, her hole completely drenched in her juices having lubed her up enough. She sighed in pleasure when her pussy clamped down on the toy.
Cassian cleaned her again, slipping then her thongs up her legs and helping her up, fixing her dress around her hips and letting it fall to her feet.
He looked down at her, still half-dazed by her world-rocking orgasm, and smiled, “You’re so beautiful.”
Nesta leaned against him, tiptoeing to reach his face. He bent over a little, helping her in her quest, brushing his lips against her, before kissing her like he should. Mouths and tongues meeting in a dance only known to them.
She was the one who detached herself first, breathing heavily. She shook her head, “No, no. Nope. No kissing, got it? Those things move with me and when I kiss you I just do this thing with my-”
She stopped, blushing furiously.
Cassian laughed, his head thrown back as he clasped his chest.
This was gonna be so fun.
“Get your shoes and head down, they’re waiting for us.”
She sclowed at him, “You’re the one who took so long.”
His eyes shot open, “Didn’t seem to me like you were complaining.”
Nesta brushed past him, bending down to lace her heels without thinking of what she was showing him. The hand hit her ass out of nowhere, making the balls of stone cling together inside of her and she restrained from making a noise. She had to show him she could do this.
She wasn’t gonna lose Starfall cause her mate wanted to fuck her all night.
She stood up, glaring down at him. He was still a head taller than her with her heels on, but she’d had the ability to look down on people much higher than her since she was a child.
They stepped out of their room hand in hand. One of his siphon tied to a necklace rested on her chest, matching with the dark red of her dress. Cassian’s tunic might have looked black to somebody, but whoever got a closer look would see the red mixed in the fabric.
He adjusted his crotch, trying to position his boner so that it wouldn’t stand out like a tent and Nesta grinned. She’d done that to him.
It still amazed her, Nesta thought as she glaced at him, that someone like Cassian would want to be with someone like her, but she was working on it. They were working on it together.
They went down the stairs slowly, taking their time fixing her hair and make up, making sure she didn’t seem like someone who had her two strongest orgasms ever just minutes before and who was wearing a sex toy right there. When Cassian deemed the look perfect, they entered the main room.
Nesta’s mouth gaped.
Rhys had outdone himself with the decorations.
She was about to comment on it when a red ball of hair just slammed right into her.
“Here you are! I was about to come get you!”
Cassian’s eyes widened in horror. This was their first test.
Gwyn was still hugging Nesta tightly when Azriel slid silently next to them, handing them both a glass of something sparkling. Cassian took his with a tight smile, gulping down the wine as if it were air and Nesta, now free of her friend’s grip, shook her head embarrassed.
Az pushed the glass towards her with a knowing smile, “It’s not alcholic.”
Nesta blinked once and thanked him softly, taking a sip. Definitely not alcholic.
The shook that brought her made her completely forget the feeling in her lower stomach as the spheres clanked together. Not a sound could be heard, but she felt it all.
Gwyn’s smile was so bright it almost hurt to look at. “Where were you?”
Nesta opened her mouth to reply when she sensed the light change in her lower belly. She glanced at Cassian. He was calmly chatting with his brother, his face happy and cheerful as ever.
“Nesta?” Gwyn touched her arm and her eyes shot back to her friend, who was now looking at her a bit worried, “Everything alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry. I’m famished tho, maybe we could get something to eat?”
Gwyn nodded, not really convinced, but warned the males they’d be getting some food and be back in a moment. They both waved at them and off to the buffet they were.
***
He’d done it.
He’d made her come in front of other people.
She will kill him.
Were it the last thing she did, he would pay for this.
Still trying to stand on her feet, gripping his arm like it was her lifeline, Nesta tried to catch her breath like she normally would and not gulping down air like she really needed right now.
Cassian’s hand rested on hers, drawing small circles on the back of it, bu Nesta knew he knew what he’d done.
She sat down at her table, that was now occupied by way too important people to play these kind of games in front of. Not that that had stopped her husband from doing something as reckless as making her climax while she was talking to the High Lord of the Summer Court. Tarquin had looked at her all kind of worried when she’d moaned in Cassian’s shoulder.
Vivianne, sitting right next to her, leaned closer to her. A concerned crease on her brows, “You okay? You look a bit sweaty.”
Nesta nodded, taking the glass full of water Cassian had just set down on the table. He smiled at her, “You never looked so good in your life, my Lady.”
Viv squealed just like Mor would have if she was watching Feyre and Rhys during one of their lovey-dovey moments. The baby she was holding in her arms was something Nesta was trying so hard not to think of.
That little pink bundle named Eira had stolen everyone’s attention tonight, alongside with Nix.
Nesta had been grateful for the distraction, because Cassian hadn’t played by the rules. Not one bit.
The only thing she could be proud of tonight was that she’d been able to keep the shield around her intact. It was nowhere near as safe as Feyre’s had been during the pregnancy, but they hadn’t need it for protection.
They’d needed it so the ones with heightened senses wouldn’t know they were basically fucking in the middle of the room.
Nesta came down from her high in less than ten minutes, a lot longer than what usually was needed of her, but those spheres inside of her were truly something. And she’d be lying to herself if she said she wasn’t excited at the idea of having a secret so lewd she had to keep from everyone present.
Cassian’s hands slid from her shoulders as she got up and excused herself to the bathroom.
It was time she got her revenge.
It wasn’t long before she got back to her table and walked straight up to her mate, who was leaning against the wall.
He looked down at her and wrapped her shoulders with his strong arm, offering an all-too-knowing smile. Nesta did a quick job hiding her arm behind Cassian and far from prying eyes.
She smiled broadly at Helion and Tarquin, ignoring Cassian completely. “You having fun, gentlemen?”
Helion let out a sharp laugh, “We’re everything but gentlemen, Nesta.”
“I’m glad you recovered, I was worried it was something you’d eaten.” Tarquin said kindly.
Nesta shook her head, “No such thing, I just needed some water. I’m perfectly fine now.”
Cassian coughed, trying to hide his laugh and Nesta smiled slyly at him. He took a sip of his drink and she couldn’t think of a better moment to brush her hand over the sensitive skin of his wing. The toy she’d just pulled out of her overstimulated pussy vibrating with his power against his wing
Cassian chocked on his wine, spilling all of the glass content on the High Lords in front of them.
His wings shot out, almost tripping over the few guests leaning of the walls, Nesta had been fast dodging the hit that would have surely knocked her down.
Cassian looked at the males in front of him and grabbed Nesta by the arm, pushing her towards the balcony, excusing himself with rushed words.
Once out in the stinging cold air, she was grinning like a madman when Cassian held her hand up and looked at ther toy in her hand. She lowered her gaze to find out her plan had been quicker than she thought.
His cock was poking right at the front of his pants, just like she wanted. She snorted and whispered, “Horny much?”
“Are you fucking crazy?” he hissed, closing his fingers around the toy. Nesta didn’t bulge one inch, her hold on the object firmer than ever. “When did you take it out?”
She looked at him through glazed eyes, “Wanna have fun like that? You pull that shit again and I’ll cut off your balls.” she threatened talking lowly, so only he could hear her, getting closer and closer every word. “Now,” she said as she lowered her hand between them and cupped his bulging erection, “it’s my time to play. My time to have fun.”
Cassian looked like he’d been struck by a lightning, his jaw slacked as he let her turn him towards the crown still inside of their House.
“Now, my Lord, you’ll do exactly what I tell you to.”
And as she pronounced those words, his hands shot out, gripping hers, who were skimming their way to his back once again. He growled, “I’ll punish you for this.”
Nesta only chuckled, “Looking forward to it.”
She slid her hands on his lower back, slipping his shirt out of his pants, touching, feeling his naked skin. She went on talking, putting up a facade for the ones who’d be glancing out their way, hoping someone would come out and start talking to them, so that Cassian would be just as humiliated as her.
“I’d told you not to make me come in front of other people.”
He took a sharp breath through his nose when the siphon on her chest flared and the vibrations hit him hard. He grounded out, “I didn’t see you screaming red or for me to stop, did I?”
Nesta didn’t answer, but the vibrations went up a notch and he grinned.
“You liked it.” he smiled even tho all he wanted to do was pull down his pants and just fuck her already. His cock was more than ready, throbbing with need.
She moved her hand on his actual wing, not just the patch of flesh that merged with the much tougher skin of his wing. He almost tripped over, as he shot his hands out behind him and held on the railing of the balcony.
“You witch.” he sighed trying to swallow his moans.
Nesta eyed him and tilted her head to the side, she moved so fast he didn’t even have time to prepare himself for when her free hand landed on his erection and she started pumping him through the thick layers of fabric. His abs contracted so hard he thought he was gonna pull some, but Nesta huffed a laugh and stopped touching him altogether.
She shook her head, looking at how frantic his breathing had become in such a short time, how is legs wobbled just because of those mere minutes she’d been using the toy on him. No, not even on his cock, his wings.
“So weak.”
Nesta didn’t have time to react before he leapt into the sky, his arms closed around her and a scream tore from her lungs at the sudden movement.
“I’m gonna show you just how weak I am.” he growled in her ear.
They landed half a second later in the middle of the training area, reddish sand spread in the air as his feet hit the ground and Nesta stumbled as the tried to regain her balance.
She swirled around, shouting, “Have you lost your damn-”
His lips selaed over hers in a raging battle for dominance. Nesta pushed at his chest, locking his ankles with a leg and trying to get him down, but he swirled midair. She didn’t realized what was going on until her back hit the ground.
Fast.
Hard.
The air pushed out of her lungs, they parted and she shoved him away.
“What the fuck was that?!” she screamed to be heard over the wind.
Nesta was pissed.
Cassian smirk pissed her off even more as she charged for him and he ducked, avoiding her punch. He turned just in time to dodge another hit and when she went for his face, Cassian shot out his hand, blocking her fist with his hand, keeping it there and smiling down at her.
Nesta charged again. Cassian dodged again.
She tried lacing her legs around his waist, but he easily avoided her hits and predicted her moves. He had her land on her ass a couple of times before she found herself with her arms tied behind her back and Cassian’s huge cock pressed against her lower back.
She was breathing heavily, her hair all ruffled swaying before her eyes. She tried to move out of his grasp, but it only made him squeeze her tighter until she wailed in pain and he let go of her completely. She spun around ready to hit him once and for all but was met with a wall of solid muscles. His wings were spread out to their full length and Nesta’s breath caught.
She looked at him and whatever reason they’d been fighting for dissipated in the air.
“Take me.” was all she said before Cassian stripped her down. He tore his tunic as she worked with the button of his pants. Her heels forgotten just as his shoes went flying across the space and then Cassian was devouring her, kissing her everywhere. His mouth latched to her skin once again and Nesta’s back arched under the firm grip on her hips. He kissed her along her jaw, her collarbones, till he reached her breasts and his fingers found her nipples, teasing them without mercy. His breath fanned over her pussy and her body quivered at the sensation.
His tongue parted her folds and then he was on her mouth again, kissing her roughly, making her taste herself on his lips.
“Cassian.” she managed to say in between kisses.
He moaned on her lips when the head of his cock finally met with the soaked entrance of her pussy and slowly – so slowly Nesta was afraid he’d died on the spot – entered her. Inch by glorious inch he slid in her, feeling the steal grip of her cunt squeezing him hard. His gaze blackened as he finally got what he’d been dreaming of all night.
Nesta let her head fall back and his lips found her pulsing point. Cassian ground his hips into hers, bottoming out and slamming back into her ruthlessly, drawing out every sound and moan he could from her.
She locked her legs around his waist, rolling her hips in time to meet his every thrust and Cassian groaned, pounding into her.
He leaned over, biting her lip and sucking on it, before whispering, “So you don’t forget who’s in charge.”
Nesta’s eyes widened and then his pace became relentless, he placed a kiss on her lips before pulling himself up. His hands landed on her hips and he started fucking into her, using her as his own personal toy whie the orgasm crashed over her and she cried out his name. His thumb found her clit and she stopped trying to figure out where one orgasm started and the other ended. They all merged together till his thurst became sloppier. He let go of her and drove his cock so deep inside her she felt the ground dug into the skin on her back.
He roared as he came, his whole body shaking with the force of his climax and then collapsed over her slim body, without a care in the world for who heard them.
The second her strenghts came back to her, Nesta craddled his head in her lap and started ditangle the knots in his hair. They were both panting hard and the cold was slowly getting to her.
Cassian rolled off of her, sliding out of her swollen cunt and making the both of them whimper.
Nesta would need at least a day free of any sexual activity that involved her body after tonight.
He reached out his arms to her, still too shaken by what had just went down to speak and held her in his arms. She sighed contently against his chest, laying her hand over his heart and listening to the steady beating of what was hers by the day he was born.
“Nesta,” he said just as she was about to drift to sleep, bundled in his wing, “look.”
She glanced up just as the first star shot across the sky. Then another. And a thousand stars started falling on them.
She was still so in awe of everything that had happened in the last few years, but this night held a special place in her heart.
Nesta looked at him then, his eyes already fixed on her face, as they always were, but they both closed them as they leaned in for a soft kiss.
They lay there for hours, waiting for the first lights of the day to crawl over the mountains before retreating to their room, where they fell on the bed and slept the entire day cuddled by each other.