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My heart picked up speed again, but I did what he said, rolling onto my stomach. I felt his hands on my hips, lifting me up slightly so my ass was in the air.

"You trust me?" he asked, his voice low.

"Yeah."

"Good."

His hands moved to my ass, gripping and massaging in a way that had me pressing my face into the pillow. Then I felt his mouth on me again, but this time it was different. He was kissing along my lower back, then lower, and when I realized where he was going, I tensed up.

"Cassian—"

"Relax, ma. I got you."

I tried to relax, but my whole body was on edge. He'd done this to me the other night, but the idea of it still made me nervous as hell. But then his mouth moved lower, his tongue against my asshole, slow and careful, and I forgot how to breathe.

"Oh my God," I moaned into the pillow.

He kept going, taking his time, and I felt tears starting to form in my eyes. Not because it hurt because it didn't. It was just so intense, and so overwhelming, that I didn't know what to do with it.

One of his hands slid between my legs, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed it, pinching it between his fingers and varying the pressure just to please me, and I damn near lost my mind. The combination of both had me shaking, my hands gripping the sheets so hard I thought I might rip them.

“Cassian, I can’t⁠—”

"Yes, you can," he said, his voice steady. “Just let it happen, baby.”

My body was already responding, already building toward something I couldn't control. And when I finally came again, it hit me so hard I couldn't even make a sound. My whole body locked up, then released, and I collapsed onto the bed, completely spent.

He pulled back, his hands running up and down my back in slow, soothing motions. "You good?"

I couldn't answer. Could barely move. All I could do was lay there, trying to remember how to breathe.

He chuckled, the sound low and satisfied. "I'll take that as a yes."

After a minute, he helped me roll over onto my back, then grabbed a blanket and covered me up. I watched him through half-closed eyes as he disappeared into the bathroom, then came back with a warm towel.

"Let me clean you up," he said, his voice softer now.

I nodded, too tired to argue. He was gentle, careful, and when he was done, he tossed the towel aside and climbed into bed next to me.

After Cassian finished helping me get comfortable, he disappeared into the bathroom to put everything away. He leaned down and kissed my forehead before reaching for his phone.

“You leaving?” I asked.

He looked over at me. “You want me to?”

I shook my head. “You can stay for a little while.”

“Bet.”

He set his phone down and got comfortable beside me. I moved closer, resting my head against his chest while he wrapped his arm around me. I wasn't even going to lie, I liked being this close to him. As much as his ass got on my nerves, there was something about being around Cassian that I was starting to enjoy.

We stayed like that until I eventually drifted off to sleep.

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I was sleeping good as fuck when my phone started ringing, pulling me right out of my sleep. I groaned and reached over Cassian to grab it off the nightstand. When I looked at the screen, it was a number I didn't recognize. Whoever it was could leave a damn message because I wasn't about to answer no random number while I was trying to sleep.

I sent the call straight to voicemail, put my phone back down, and snuggled underneath the covers. I had barely gotten comfortable when the shit started ringing again.