Addictive mixture of releases (R-18)

Cassian, sweaty and slightly breathless, poured himself a glass of water with unsteady hands. He drank it in one go, standing in the room completely bare. Pouring another glass, he turned his gaze to Cassandra, who lay sprawled on the bed, equally bare. One hand rested on her face, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath. Her sweat-covered body gleamed in the dim light, droplets tracing down her toned, muscular frame, gathering at her navel, and disappearing into her damp, untamed bush—a sight both sensual and commanding.

His eyes lingered on her full, plump chest, which rested just slightly to the sides but maintained a perfect, enticing shape. "Drink some water," he said, his voice soft yet insistent as he offered her the glass.

The sky outside had already darkened, marking the end of a long, intense session that had begun at noon.