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Elain had always thought that Cassian was roguishly handsome, like one of the pirates that she had read stories about as a girl. And the way his hair fell out of his bun and into his face had Elain longing to push it back — his hair was windblown and rumpled, and Elain had the biggest urge to fix it for him, to run her fingers through his waves and tame them.

Her fingers twitched at her sides.

“Anything for you, Lainy.” Cassian said as he placed a large, warm hand on the base of her back, and Elain bit her lip as she noted how his hand took up almost the entirety of the space.

They walked forward on the cobblestone street, one hand helped guide Elain forward and the other carried their overnight bag. Elain had offered to carry it, but Cassian immediately shrugged off her attempt at help with an easy grin and tossed the bag over his shoulder.

The town they were staying in was quaint, almost story-book-like with its cascading flowers and faelight street lamps. All of the shops and cottages she’d seen were made of stone with little flower boxes lining the windows — it was exactly the town she could see herself living in, if it wasn’t so far away from her family.  

“This is it.” Cassian said as they stopped in front of the small inn — A small wooden sign hung above the door with the words The Crown and Rose painted in a brilliant red, and Cassian opened the door for her, urging her to go in first. The inside was just as cute and quaint as the outside, with low fire tumbling in the brick fireplace and cozy upholstered chairs spread throughout the lobby.

They talked to the fae at the front desk. She was small with a pink hue to her skin, not high fae like Elain, but very charming — her skin turned almost magenta at the sight of Cassian. The poor thing stuttered as she checked them in, and had her lavender eyes downcast as she led them to their room.

As they reached their room the female unlocked it for them and handed Cassian the little brass key and said, “Enjoy your stay,” before turning on her heels and running back downstairs.

“Was it something I said?” Cassian joked as he unlocked the door, he stood off to the side  to let her in first.

Elain smiled as she entered the room.

“I’m sure you simply stunned her with your handsomeness,” Elain joked, stepping further into the room and stopping short at the sight of the large four poster bed in the middle of the room, dripping with red satin curtains. “I, um, I think there’s been a mistake.”

The bed looked completely at odds with the rest of the room. On the opposite side was a large window, overlooking the forest that they would be searching tomorrow to find the libidine planta, or rather the Blooming Sun. A vibrant red flower that only blooms once every twelve years, and somehow she had managed to convince Cassian to bring her. Azriel was originally supposed to take her, but Rhysand had assigned him to spy on the continent, so Cassian eventually agreed to take her. After she offered him her homemade tonic for his allergies Cassian instantly agreed, and he looked at the little vial with such reverence that Elain couldn’t contain her smile, or her blush.

She could feel Cassian’s large body walk up behind her and stop just shy of where she stood.

“Huh,” Cassian said, dropping their bag on the floor next to a wooden dresser. “Think we can both fit?” He walked to her side, his wings brushing up against her arm.

Elain’s head whipped towards him, her eyes wide as she took in his wicked grin.

“I’m not that big, Elain,” Cassian said with a growing smile, lowering his face so that it was just above hers. “I think we’ll both be comfortable. I can always sleep on the bench,” Cassian nodded his head towards the small, cushioned bench that sat by the window — the bench was so small that Elain didn’t think she would be able to sleep comfortably on it…and the bed was big. “I promise I’m very good at keeping my companions warm at night.”

Elain felt a blush spread across her cheeks, and she smiled as she said, “Well, if you promise to keep me warm then I guess I can allow it,” For whatever reason her heart skipped a beat as those words flew unfiltered through her mouth, especially as Cassian’s eyes darkened as he registered them. “Especially since my feet always get cold.”

He leaned even closer, close enough that Elain became fixated on his warm breath that flitted across her face.

“I would hate for you to get cold feet, Lainy.” Cassian said, his voice dropping just a little.

Elain unconsciously wet her lips.

“And how would you warm me?”

Cassian blinked slightly at the question, but his smile soon turned wolfish as he reached up and tucked a piece of golden hair between her arched ear.

“There are many, many ways,” Cassian said, his fingers gently trailing along the soft skin of her neck. “All depending on what you like,” His thumb gently traced along the soft line of her jaw which caused warmth to start unfurling through her body. “Any ways you’d like.”

Elain felt her breath catching in her throat.

“I never knew you were so generous.” She said, leaning into his touch, marveling at how large his hand was as it laid flat against her throat.

“Usually I’m not,” Cassian said, his eyes dropped towards her lips. “But I get the feeling you respond well to pleasure,” The words caused Elain to flush even harder as Cassian’s eyes devoured her expression. “There it is,” He whispered. “There’s my reward,” His molten hazel eyes dipped down to her chest, to the little patch of skin that was straining against her bodice. “Tell me, Elain, do you get so deliciously pink everywhere?”

“You’ll have to tell me.”

Cassian’s eyes flashed up to hers, and his hand slowly grazed down her neck and over her chest — skimming the fullness of her breasts — so that his fingers could tease the fabric of her dress. He hooked one large finger underneath the cotton and tugged gently, as if deciding how easily he could rip it.

There was a dare in his eyes, a silent plea for permission, and Elain was just about to answer when a small, hesitant knock sounded from the door.

Cassian growled and stomped towards the door, glaring at the little pink fae that interrupted them. Elain knew it was her from the voice that squeaked, “Towels?”

“Thank you,” Cassian said. Elain watched as he forced a smile at the little fae, trying his best to be polite and as he attempted to close the door, but the poor fae kept talking. Telling him that their room got the hottest water in the Inn, that dinner is served at exactly 6:00 o’clock every night and breakfast is brought to the room whenever the guests ring for it, and that all he has to do is ring the bell-pull and she would come running… “Uh-huh, thank you.”

The door finally shut with a click, and Cassian slowly stepped back into view. His large frame walked towards her slowly, a mountain of giant fluffy towels in his hands, and the annoyance on his face melted away as soon as he saw her.

“She suddenly found her tongue.” Elain commented, taking the towels from him and walking into their little ensuite. She placed them on the cold marble countertop and ignored the giant bathtub that could easily accommodate two — even if one of them had wings.

Even though her back was towards Cassian she could feel him moving, and when she turned he was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.  

Elain grabbed the towel from the top of the stack and gently handed it to him, her eyes never breaking from his as she said, “I think you should shower first, since you did fly us here. You deserve a nice, long, hot shower,” Her fingers grazed over his as she let go of the towel. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Cassian stared down at her, his eyes dark and shimmering.

“I think the shower’s big enough for two, Lainy,” Cassian said. “I’ll even let you clean the one place on my wings I can’t reach.”

Elain bit her lip, chewing slightly at the thought. She could picture it so easily, the two of them standing underneath the hot stream of water, their hands exploring their bodies as they lathered each other in soap — her hand gliding over the large muscles on his arms as he caressed her hip, and just maybe his hand would slip and slide between her —

“I should get us settled in, and check on the dinner arrangements. I think it might be nice for us to have dinner sent up here, and eat just the two of us,” Elain said, her heart hammering in her chest at the slightly disappointed look on his face. “But there’s always tomorrow.”

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“Did you have a nice shower?” Elain asked as she heard the door open, the hinge squeaking just a bit. She looked at the food she had managed to get from the kitchen: an array of cold cuts and rolls for sandwiches, lots of fruit and berries for them to snack on, and the chef also gave Elain two slices of lemon cake for dessert.

Elain turned, ready to show off everything that she had prepared for him, and was greeted with the sight of his wet, rippling chest. Her eyes took in the dark tattoos that swirled over his hard muscles, and her eyes followed them from his broad shoulders to the trim cut of his hips.

His large hand held the knotted towel around his hips.

“You look…clean.” Elain said, swallowing slightly at the sight of the Cassian in only a towel, his large wings spread behind him. He slowly walked closer to her, and Elain could feel the air growing heavier between them. Everything seemed incredibly out of focus except for the small droplets of water running down his chiseled chest.

“Looks delicious, Lainy.” Cassian said with a grin, his eyebrow cocked. He leaned around her, her fingers gripping the table as he drew nearer because otherwise they would be exploring the planes of his chest, tracing over the lines and the divots of his muscles, wiping away the droplets, brushing over his pebbled — Cassian’s large hand pulled one of the chocolates the cook had snuck her, and bit into half of it. His eyes closed as he let out a deeply sensual moan. Elain watched, enraptured from the way his jaw worked and how his tongue cleaned his lips, his eyes peaked open and were burning brightly as he brought the chocolate to her mouth.

Their eyes were locked in some type of dare, both waiting for the other to back down, to stop what was happening — but neither of them did.

Elain opened her mouth and accepted his offering, her lips landed on his fingers.

Her tongue licked along the pads of his fingers, taking away some of the chocolate that had melted there. She slowly chewed the morsel in her mouth, giving an exaggerated moan as the decadent flavor swept over her tongue.

Cassian dropped his hand to plant it flat on the table next to her, his other still holding the towel around his hips — the towel that was now impressively tented.

His head leaned towards her, his eyelashes especially dark from the water, and Elain found herself transfixed by the colors melding in his eyes.

“If I didn’t know any better,” Cassian said in a heavy voice. “I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

Elain took a deep breath, her hand coming up to gently finger the towel on his hips. Slightly teasing the fabric.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was working.”

“Fuck.” Cassian muttered as his lips dropped to hers, claiming her in a hot kiss.

Elain raised herself to her tiptoes, one hand grasping the towel and the other digging into his damp hair.

She felt everything inside of her melt and fizzle as his lips dragged over hers, seducing her body into languid pleasure — and then his tongue traced along the seam of her lips, her only warning before he invaded. His tongue was hot silk as it plundered her mouth, desperate to taste all of her.

Elain opened herself up to him.

Her tongue playfully swiped against his, teasing until Cassian moved his hand from the table and tangled it into her curls. Moving her exactly how he pleased.

She moved as his hips pressed into her, his large cock straining through his towel, the only thing separating them apart from her dress.

Elain gasped as she pulled away.

His open mouth placed scorching wet kisses along her neck — his hand pulling her hair so that her skin was completely exposed to him. His tongue laved over the swells of her breasts, sucking on the sensitive flesh, and scraping his teeth against them.

“I want you out of this fucking dress.” Cassian growled, his hand leaving his towel to undo the buttons on the back of her dress.

Elain took the opportunity to undo the knot that he had left, the towel making a swooshing sound as it fell to the ground.

The General and Commander of the Night Court stood naked in front of her. His scarred and muscled body bare before her eyes, and Elain noted the slight twitch that shook his wings.

The glimmer in his eyes toed the line between amusement and irritation, her bold hand ignoring his thick, angry cock as she teased the sensitive skin around it. Her curious fingers exploring the little hairs at the base of his navel before slowly moving to cup his balls — the hot length of him barely touching her forearm.

There was some type of battle being fought inside of Cassian, Elain could see it in his eyes. She vaguely wondered what it was before getting her answer.

The ripping of fabric tore through the room, and the small clink of buttons flying everywhere caused Elain to gasp. He savagely pulled down her dress, and the undergarments until she naked before him. Her clothing a pool of cotton and silk at her feet.

Cassian placed a calloused hand under her knee and hefted her leg up, and Elain could feel her wet folds parting from the sudden movement. She looked down for a second to see how incredibly drenched she was, and if it wasn’t for Cassian moan of approval then she would have felt a small twinge of embarrassment.

“So fucking wet,” Cassian said, his eyes devouring the sight of pussy, pink and wet and creaming with arousal for him. “My sweet little Elain, all worked up from teasing me,” Cassian let go of her hair and grasped his cock, putting the red, weeping head against her lips. “I should fuck you right now, make you come over and over again until you’re drowning in pleasure — until all of your thoughts revolve around me, my cock, and how I make you feel.”

Elain thrust her hips against his, desperate for him to nudge her aching clit.

“Please,” Elain moaned, her hand gently playing with his balls. “Please Cassian.”

“No,” He replied, her disappointment coming in a wave, ebbing ever so slightly when he dropped his head to kiss her. “I’m going to feast on you first. I’m going to splay you on the bed and eat your hot little cunt until you’re so fucking wet you won’t even notice my fingers fucking you into oblivion. And then after the best orgasm of your life, I’m going to fuck your pretty little mouth — that mouth that’s always so fucking polite is going to be wrapped around my cock. And next time you see our family, when you’re talking to them about the flower you so desperately wanted to see, I’ll be so fucking hard knowing that I’ve fucked that mouth. When you go around kissing everyone on the cheeks I’m going to remember how you eagerly sucked my cock. How your perfect, polite mouth looked stretched around my cock.”

Elain moaned as her pussy quivered at the words, desperate to clench around Cassian’s cock poking at her entrance.

His eyes darken a bit, and Elain knew that he was aware of the effect his words had on her.

“Elain Archeron, always such a good girl,” Cassian said, kissing her once again. His tongue lasciviously rubbing against hers.  “Getting so wet from my words alone.”  

Elain could feel the burning head of his cock pushing against her opening, and as she moved her hips closer Cassian pulled away. Picking her up so that his hands were firmly gripping her plump ass, and he guided her legs to wrap around his hips, his cock bobbing against her as he walked.

Cassian kissed her the entire time, stopping only when they had reached the bed and he let her fall, watching as she landed with a soft bounce — his hazel eyes fixated on her breasts. Her pink nipple pebbled before him, and delicate blue veins ran through her pale flesh.

“Fuck,” Cassian said, his hands pushing her thighs apart and spreading her so that she was completely exposed to him. Elain could feel his harsh calluses against her plush thighs, gripping her gently. “You have a body made for sin, Lainy.”

Elain couldn’t stop the way her hips rolled at his words.

“One day,” Cassian said, his voice dark as his eyes feasted on her chest. “I’ll give your breasts the attention they deserve,” His eyes fell to her dripping cunt shining before him. “But your pretty little pussy looks so needy.”

Cassian moved his hand and gently spread her folds with two large fingers, and Elain didn’t bother to hide the way she was grinding herself against his hand.

“So fucking pretty,” Cassian said, running his fingers up and down her lips, teasing her entrance slightly. “I can’t wait to see how pretty it looks wrapped about my cock,” Elain mewled at his words. “One day, but right now I need to know if it tastes as good as it looks.”

Cassian dropped to his knees, a thunk sounded throughout the room as he hit the floor, and he pulled her by the hips until she was perfectly positioned for him to feast on. He ran his tongue up along her slit, teasing her entrance just a bit — dipping into just slightly — before circling her clit.

He moaned as her juices coated his tongue, sweet like honey and heady like jasmine.

“Lainy,” Cassian groaned, lapping at her center. “You’re so sweet,” His fingers spreading her folds. “I knew you’d be. My little flower can’t be anything but sweet.”

His free hand gripped her hip, steadying her as his tongue thrust in and out of her cunt.

Elain moved her hips, grinding them into his mouth, trying desperately to chase the pleasure he was giving her. His tongue moved, up towards her swollen clit.

Elain couldn’t stop herself from twisting her fingers into his hair, pulling it tightly.

“Please,” Elain mewled, feeling her burning desire start to prickle at her skin. “Cassian.”

“What do you need, lovely,” Cassian asked as he lifted away. Elain peered down at him and noted how his face glistened with her juices as he grinned up at her. “Do you need this?”

He moved one finger to her entrance, gently circling her hole.

“Yes, Cassian.” Elain gasped, her hips jutting at the contact.

He pressed a kiss against her mound before roguishly grinning at her, “Whatever my lady wishes.”

A guttural moan escaped from Elain as she felt herself stretch around his finger.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Cassian said, slowly moving his finger in and out of her hot channel. “So greedy. Oh, Lainy, this pretty little pussy needs love,” He started moving his finger faster, his eyes torn between seeing her beautiful face thrown back in pleasure and seeing how eagerly she moved against his hand. “Can you handle another finger, lovely?”

“Yes.” Elain gasped, her eyes shut and mouth hung open as she let herself feel Cassian working her body, as she surrendered herself completely.

Cassian watched her face as he slowly stretched her further, he noticed the way her brow twitched at the feeling, the way her plump bottom lip wobbled, and he noticed the soft catch of her breath in her throat.

Elain in the midst of pleasure was the most beautiful sight Cassain had ever laid eyes on.

“Faster.” Elain breathed, her eyes opening slightly and meeting his.

Cassian started pumping his fingers faster, watching as her cheeks darkened from a slight pink to a deep scarlet.

His eyes dipped towards her breasts, which were turning a delectable shade of pink.

“I was right,” Cassian said, shifting slightly to take her nipple into his mouth. “You do blush everywhere.”

“Oh!” Elain exclaimed as his thumb started working her clit. “Yes.”

Cassian worked her until her walls were spasming around his fingers, until her release coated his hand. It wasn’t until her breathing regained some sense of normalcy that Cassian stopped, scooted away, and silently stood.

Elain looked spent. Her golden curls were plastered to her dazed form, and her beautiful chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

“I hope you don’t think we're finished.” Cassian grinned.

Elain’s eyes fluttered open, heavy lidded and lustful as she watched him.

She slowly raised herself onto her hands, her tongue coming out to wipe at her lips, and she slowly crawled to where Cassian stood.

Her hands landed flat along his stomach, and she knelt to plant kisses over his muscles. Her tongue dipping into the little crevices on his stomach, tracing along the lines of his muscles as she peered up at him with large eyes.

She gently nibbled at his hip bone and said, “I believe you said something about wanting your cock in my mouth,” Her tongue traced his bone. “You wanted to remember how your large,” Her lips puckered and pressed a kiss to his hip bone. “Hot,” She kissed the secret part of his body where his leg met his hip. “Cock,” She moved to love his other side. “Looked in my mouth when I’m talking with your brothers and my sisters.”

Elain deliberately ignored his straining cock that was radiating heat next to her face. She focused all of her attention just slightly to the left, licking and sucking his skin until a bright red spot appeared — Elain’s own little mark on the commander of the Night Court.

Her fingers slowly grazed against the base of his cock, through the small patch of dark hair, and she delicately wrapped her fingers around him — or she tried to. Her hand was small and pale in comparison to his hard length which barely wrapped around half of him.

“You’re so big,” Elain said, turning her open-mouth kisses along his thick cock. “What if you don’t fit in my mouth?” She kissed along the length of him, and when she got to his dark head she ran her tongue along the slit, collecting the liquid that was beading there.

Cassian groaned and fisted his hands into her golden hair as her lips wrapped around his head — her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked him.

“Lainy,” Cassian said, grunting as her hands worked the base of him. “If I don’t fit, then we better hope I prepared you enough with my fingers.”

Elain moaned in response, and slowly started taking more and more of him into her mouth. She let go with a wet pop, and swirled her tongue around his head before licking him from tip to base.

“I think you would wreck my pussy.” Elain said, a line of spit connecting her wet lips to his glistening cock. “I would be able to feel you for days, and I know you would leave me with the most delicious ache. With your come buried deep inside of me.”

Elain felt his cock twitch in her hands at the words.

“I always knew you would have a talented mouth,” Cassian said, slipping his cock past her lips and watching as her lips wrapped around his thick head. He nearly came from the way her large doe eyes gazed up at him. “I’ve thought about your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock so many times, so many times I’ve dreamed about grabbing your hair,” His fingers tightened just a bit at the words. “And watching you take all of my cock, all the way down your throat,” He pumped his hips, shallowly, enjoying the way her cheeks hollowed. “Do you think you can handle that, lovely? Do you think you could handle all of me?”

Cassian pulled his hips back, reveling at the wet sound her mouth made as his cock slipped out of her pillowy lips.

“Yes,” Elain said confidently, using the back of her hand to wipe the spit from her chin. She grasped him once more, and with a saucy grin said, “Do you think you can handle all of me?”            Before Cassian could respond, Elain had half of his cock in her mouth.

He bit back a curse as she steadily took more and more of him into her mouth. He could feel her jaw, her mouth relax as he nudged the back of her throat.

“El,” Cassian groaned, his eyes locked on her mouth which was getting dangerously close to the base of his cock. He moved his hips forward, a heat burning deep within him at the choking sound that emitted from Elain. “You have approximately five seconds before I fuck you senseless,” His voice grew strained at the way her fingers teased him, falling from the base of his cock to cup his balls. “I can’t be gentle, Elain.”

She responded by scraping her teeth over his hot skin.

It was the rigid scrape of her teeth that caused his hips to start pistoning against her face, every little sound she made spurred him on. The wetness that pooled around her mouth allowed him to glide in and out, and the slurping sounds she made as he pressed her nose deep into the patch of hair on his navel caused Cassian to lift one leg onto the bed — thrusting up into her mouth while simultaneously bringing her head down.

She moaned around his cock, not bothered by his brutal pace.

Golden curls were flying as Elain’s head moved, her brown eyes still peering up at him while he fucked her mouth. Two lines of drool dripped from the corners of her mouth, and Cassian couldn’t hold off his orgasm much longer.

“You’re going to swallow all of it,” He grunted, the ridges of her teeth sending pleasure shooting through him. “Every. Single. Drop.” He punctuated every word with a thrust of his hips.

He looked wild, Elain thought, as he fucked her mouth. His lids were half-closed with desire, his brown hair stuck to his wet, straining neck, and his wings were spread behind him.

His balls slapped against her wet chin.

She stared up at him as her fingernails dug into his asscheeks.

Her eyes stayed locked with his as his hot come spurted down her throat.

Her brown gaze unwavered as she swallowed it, his cock slowly leaving her mouth.

Cassian watched as her pink tongue came out to wipe at her lips, and he could feel his cock start to harden again at the traces of his orgasm shimmered on her tongue. His eyes dropped to her heaving chest, and he swallowed in an attempt to hinder his rising desire.

“We should eat, Lainy,” Cassian said, his voice soft as he leaned down to kiss you. Without breaking their lips he reached behind her and pulled back the bedding. “Crawl in and I’ll bring us a plate,” He kissed her once more before watching her settle under the covers, giving him an unobstructed view of her full bottom in the process. “And then we can gather our strength for tomorrow.”