As exhaustion set in, my muscles quivering like jelly, breaths coming in sobbing gasps, tears mixing with sweat on my tear-streaked face, uncontrollable tremors racking my frame, Cassian climbed onto the bed, his presence a dark shadow over me.
"Look at you," he growled, his voice rough with his own arousal, "breaking so beautifully. But I'm not done reshaping you yet."
He straddled my chest, his weight pinning me down, knees on either side of my shoulders.
His cock, thick, veined, already hard and leaking, sprang free as he unzipped his pants, the head flushed and angry, pre-cum beading at the slit.
"Open," he commanded, clutching my hair in a brutal fist, yanking my head back until my mouth parted on a gasp.
