CASSIAN
In the mirror, I watched myself disappear into him.
The visual of it, the thick, dark length of me sliding slow and deep into the pale, tight circle of his body, hit me like a physical blow to the stomach.
Noah let out a high, broken sob, his head falling back against my shoulder, his eyes snapping open to lock onto our reflection.
His mouth was open, his lips wet and trembling. He watched. He watched the way his own body stretched to take me, the skin turning pink and tight, the small, silver gleam of sweat on his stomach jumping with every slow, heavy drop of his weight.
"You see that?" I whispered, my lips brushing the damp skin behind his ear. I was moving him now, my hands on his hips, lifting him up and drawing him down, controlling every inch of the slide. "You see how much of me you take?"
He nodded, a quick, jerky motion of his chin, his fingers clawing at the skin of my thighs. "Yes. Yes, Cassian."
