Chapter 44

The drive to her apartment was quiet, but not in an awkward way.

The kind of quiet that came with shared laughter still echoing, the tipsy warmth of whiskey buzzing in their blood, and smiles that refused to fade.

Sienna's heels were off, tucked beside her in the passenger seat. Cassian drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the gearshift, occasionally brushing against her knee when he turned. Each accidental touch felt deliberate.

She raised a brow at one of the grazes, glancing down. "You're getting touchy."

Cassian just laughed, unbothered. Then, with wicked timing, his fingers slid a little further along her inner thigh.

"Sorry," he said, voice low and shameless. "Thought that was the gearshift."

Sienna's breath hitched, her thighs clenching on instinct. Her whole body felt like it had been lit on fire from the inside out.

She was wet—aching, and he knew it.

When they pulled up outside her building, she didn't move immediately. Her fingers curled around the strap of her bag, her eyes on the dash instead of him.

"Thanks for tonight," she said quietly.

Cassian glanced over, smile lazy. "We're not done, Caldwell. Not if I have a say."

She opened the door slowly, one foot on the pavement, then hesitated. Her breath puffed out in a nervous laugh.

"If you want…" she began, voice almost too soft to hear, "I could make coffee. Inside."

He stilled. His gaze flicked up.

Sienna didn't look at him. Her face was red, cheeks glowing, clearly cursing herself in her head.

"Yes," he said, simply.

She blinked. "Yeah?"

Cassian didn't answer.

He just got out of the car.

—

The moment the door clicked shut behind them, everything changed.

Sienna barely turned to set down her bag when he caught her wrist and pulled her back, his mouth crashing down on hers.

There was no slow build this time.

It was heat and hunger and weeks of tension igniting in a single spark.

His hands cupped her jaw, then slid into her hair, tugging gently as he tilted her head and kissed her deeper. Her back hit the wall behind her, and she gasped into his mouth as his hands moved—down her sides, across her waist, gripping like he couldn't decide where he wanted to touch first.

She moaned softly, and that was it.

Cassian kissed her harder, his entire body pressed against hers, hips flush to hers, the energy between them wild and burning. One of his hands slid beneath her blazer, brushing against bare skin beneath her top, and she shivered from the contact.

"Sienna," he whispered into her mouth, voice ragged. "You don't know what you do to me."

She pulled him closer in response, arms wrapping around his neck.

Cassian didn't stop. He dropped to his knees in front of her like he was built to worship her, his eyes locked on hers with the kind of hunger that made her knees weaken.

"Dress," he said, voice dark and low. "Move it for me."

Her hands trembled slightly as she lifted the slit in her dress, revealing the bare length of her thigh—and the lace edge of her panties.

Cassian groaned like a man seeing heaven.

"Fuck, Sienna…" he breathed, lips trailing along her skin. "You're soaked already. Did I do that to you, baby?"

She couldn't speak.

"Yes," she finally gasped, voice trembling. "Please—don't stop."

That was all the permission he needed.

He hooked his fingers around the edge of her panties, pulling them aside before burying his face between her thighs.

His tongue was hot, relentless. Each flick, each stroke, had her legs shaking and her hand fisting into his hair. He moaned against her, sending vibrations straight through her core.

"You taste like sin," he growled between licks. "And I want every drop."

Her back hit the wall again, eyes squeezing shut, breath coming in ragged bursts. He sucked her clit, slow and purposeful, and then faster—until her hips bucked and her moans filled the room.

"Look at you," he rasped, voice thick with desire. "Falling apart for me. Fuck, I love it when you come on my tongue."

And she did—shattered with a cry, the orgasm slamming through her in waves.

He held her through it, mouth still moving against her as she came down, body trembling from the force of it.

Only when her knees gave out did he stand, lips glistening, eyes dark.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, brushing her cheek as he caught her around the waist again, voice rough. "I can't wait anymore."

Before she could respond, he reached down, unzipped his pants, and freed himself. The sheer urgency of it made her pulse skyrocket.

She gasped as he lifted her, her back hitting the wall again, her legs wrapping around his waist almost instinctively.

He pushed into her in one desperate, hungry thrust.

"Fuck," he groaned against her neck, his breath hot. "You feel so good—so fucking tight—been thinking about this every goddamn night."

Sienna clutched at his shoulders, already breathless, her body arching into him.

Cassian didn't ease into it. He drove into her like a man who'd been starved, each thrust deep and fast, his hands gripping her thighs hard enough to bruise.

"You wanted this," he growled into her ear. "You wore that dress just to tempt me—every move you made tonight, every fucking look you gave me… you knew what you were doing."

Her nails dug into his back. "Cassian—oh my god—"

"You're mine," he said, voice sharp and low. "Every inch of you. Every sound you make. Mine."

And Sienna—sweating, gasping, crying out as he moved harder—couldn't deny a single word.

Her moans grew louder, more unrestrained, echoing in the small space between kisses and desperate gasps. Her body trembled with every stroke, and she was so wet she could feel it dripping down her thighs, pooling between them with every frantic thrust.

Cassian groaned into her neck, the slick sound of their bodies colliding only fueling his hunger. "You hear that?" he growled. "That's how much you want me. That's how bad you need me."

Her voice cracked between moans. "Cassian—don't stop, please—"

He grunted in response, lips brushing her ear. "Say it again."

"I need you," she whispered, wrecked. "I need you so bad."

His mouth found her shoulder, biting gently, then soothing the mark with his tongue. "You're fucking perfect like this. Loud. Messy. Mine."

He shifted slightly, hitting deeper, harder. Her cry broke into a strangled sob of pleasure.

"I want you to come with me," he whispered hoarsely, voice shaking. "Let go for me, baby. I need to feel you."

And she did—body locking up, shattering around him with a scream that had his name tangled in it.

Cassian's hips stuttered, his rhythm faltering, and with one final thrust he followed her over the edge—his groan deep and guttural, burying himself inside her as they came together, undone and wrecked.

They clung to each other as the last waves of pleasure rolled through them, panting, shaking, ruined.