Page 45 of Claimed By Flame
Cassian kissed her jaw, her throat, the place where her shoulder met her neck. “You smell like wildfire,” he whispered, voice shaking. “Like the moment before the sky cracks open.”
She laughed, breathless. “And you smell like storms.”
He pulled back just enough to yank her tunic over her head, his hands reverent as they traced the shimmer of scales along her ribs. Her bronze-toned skin caught the moonlight, and with each breath, her magic stirred beneath the surface—glinting along her collarbones, flaring in her gold-flecked eyes.
“Fuck, Seraphine…” His voice broke. “You’re glowing.”
“You bring it out in me,” she murmured, chest heaving.
She reached for the clasps at his waist, but he caught her wrists and pressed them into the grass above her head. “Let me,” he said, fierce and tender.
He undressed her like she was sacred.
Piece by piece, her battle leathers fell away, revealing the powerful lines of her thighs, the curve of her hips, the long expanse of her ember-black hair trailing like smoke around them. He kissed each new patch of skin he revealed—shoulders, sternum, stomach—until she was bare beneath him, heart thundering like a war drum.
When his mouth moved lower, when his tongue slid between her thighs and he groaned at the taste of her, Seraphine arched with a gasp.
“Cassian—gods?—”
He licked her pussy slowly, thoroughly, as if he could memorize her through taste alone. His tongue circled her clit, teasing, until she was writhing beneath him, thighs trembling on either side of his head.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he murmured, dragging his mouth across her slick folds. “You were ready before I even touched you.”
She moaned, gripping his hair as her hips bucked. “Don’t stop—fuck—please”
He didn’t. He sucked her clit gently, then firm, letting his tongue flick and press until her body coiled tighter.
She shattered with a cry, her orgasm tearing through her like flame through parchment. Her back arched, her hands fisting in the grass as her pussy pulsed and clenched.
Cassian kissed her thigh, then pressed his forehead to her abdomen while she came down, breath shallow and wrecked.
“I’m not done,” he said, voice gravelly.
He sat back on his heels, shedding the last of his gear—broad shoulders flexing, his chest marked with ancient runes and battle scars, dragonsteel talismans clinking softly against his skin. His cock was hard and heavy, flushed at the tip, veins prominent along its thick length.
Seraphine’s mouth went dry.
She reached for him, pulling him down until he hovered over her again, their bodies flush.
“I want to feel you,” she whispered, legs parting. “I want your cock. Inside me. Now.”
His eyes burned silver in the dark. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”
“You already have.”
He gripped the base of his cock, guiding it between her folds, rubbing it through her slick heat before pressing in—slow and steady. The stretch was delicious, almost too much. He was thick, and she was still pulsing from her orgasm, her pussy clenching around him as he filled her inch by inch.
“Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth. “You feel—gods—you’re gripping me like you never want to let go.”
“I don’t,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. “You feel so good—so full”
He bottomed out, hips flush to hers, and stilled, his chest heaving as he kissed the hollow of her throat.
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” he murmured. “You, like this. Wrapped around me. Yours.”
He began to move.
Slow at first. Deep, deliberate thrusts that dragged his cock along every nerve inside her. She gasped with each one, body arching into his.
