Chapter 52

They stayed like that for a while—still pressed together, catching their breath, their bodies heavy with satisfaction and exhaustion. The room had gone quiet except for the soft pulse of ambient music, and the golden glow of Velvet Noir wrapped around them like an afterglow.

Cassian leaned his forehead against the back of her shoulder, his voice low and hoarse. "I can't feel my legs."

Sienna let out a sleepy laugh, still holding the pole for support. "Good. That's what you get."

Eventually, they peeled themselves away from each other, stumbling back to the bathroom for a quick rinse. No teasing this time—just slow touches, warm water, and shared looks that said everything without words.

By the time they dried off, Cassian was practically buzzing.

"Next room," he grinned. "Let's go."

As soon as they stepped in, the atmosphere shifted. Gone was the sultry red and gold of Velvet Noir. This room was dreamlike—bathed in soft twilight hues, with walls painted like a deep indigo sky. Thousands of tiny pinlights sparkled above them like stars, some gently flickering, mimicking real constellations.

A circular bed sat in the middle of the room, low to the ground, surrounded by floating panels of sheer white fabric that moved gently with the room's built-in airflow. The ceiling projected slow-moving clouds, drifting stars, and the occasional gentle shooting star streaking across the dome above.

Lush, cloud-like cushions lined the bed's perimeter, and the soft scent of lavender and jasmine lingered in the air.

Cassian looked around, wide-eyed. "Okay, this one might be my favorite already."

Sienna walked forward in awe, brushing her hand over the nearest curtain panel. "It's like sleeping in a dream."

He followed close behind, voice dropping. "Or sinning in one."

They found the wardrobe chest tucked to the side of the room—neatly labeled Celestial Attire. Sienna giggled as she opened hers, pulling out the costume inside. "Oh my god. I'm going to look ridiculous."

Cassian peeked and grinned. "You're going to look like temptation reincarnated."

She disappeared behind one of the curtain panels, calling out, "Don't peek!"

A few moments later, Sienna stepped out in a sheer gold and silver wrap that shimmered with every movement. Thin straps held the fabric delicately over her shoulders and draped down her body like something out of a myth. Her hair was tousled and glowing in the soft star light, her skin golden.

She sat gracefully on the center of the bed and crossed her legs, tilting her head with an amused smirk.

"Who dares enter the domain of a goddess?"

Cassian walked in, and her breath caught.

He wore nothing but a sheer, white cloth draped low around his hips—bare chest gleaming under the starlight, and beneath the thin fabric, his arousal was impossible to miss.

He paused, eyes drinking her in.

He swallowed hard, the moment catching up to him as she played her role so effortlessly.

"Oh my god," he breathed, a hand dragging through his hair as he stared. "We're really doing this. I might need an ambulance after this one."

She giggled. "Silence mortal."

"Forgive me, goddess. I got lost on my way to heaven."

Sienna arched a brow, still in full character. "Then kneel, mortal. Perhaps I'll allow you to worship."

Cassian dropped to his knees instantly, eyes gleaming. "I would've gotten lost sooner if I knew this was what I'd find."

Still playing her part, Sienna extended one foot toward him with mock grandeur. "Then begin worship me, lowly mortalone."

Cassian didn't hesitate. He took her foot gently in his hands, lifting it as if it were sacred. He pressed a kiss to her toes, slow and deliberate, then dragged his lips along her arch. His tongue flicked against the delicate skin, and he looked up at her, eyes wild and worshipful.

Sienna inhaled sharply, her expression faltering for a split second before she recovered. "Careful, mortal. I might keep you here forever."

Cassian smirked, but obeyed, kissing up the curve of her ankle.

Then she lifted her other leg and slowly, seductively traced it along his shoulder, her foot trailing across his chest, then down under the sheer cloth around his waist. Her toes pressed deliberately against his erection, teasing him through the thin fabric.

He hissed, biting back a groan.

"You test the limits of a goddess," she murmured, her voice low and velvet-dark. "How bold of you... to arrive in my domain already so hard."

Without breaking eye contact, she bent forward and slowly peeled away the sheer cloth from his hips, baring him completely. Cassian's breath caught as the cool air touched him, his arousal standing proud and throbbing.

Sienna smirked like a deity enjoying her favorite offering. With her legs still raised, she brought both feet together and wrapped them around him, sliding her soles up his shaft in a slow, deliberate stroke.

Cassian's mouth parted, a soundless gasp escaping as his head fell back.

"Do you like being touched by your goddess, little mortal?" she teased, moving her feet with sinful precision, her toes caressing him from base to tip. "Is this how you imagined your prayers being answered?"

He looked wrecked—his hands clenched on her thighs, breath stuttering with each glide.

"I need to worship you more," he rasped, suddenly leaning forward and kissing her legs feverishly—ankles, calves, thighs—until she released him.

Then he sank lower, spreading her knees gently as he dragged his lips up her inner thigh.

"You're already so wet my goddess," he murmured.

And without waiting for permission, he buried his mouth between her legs.

She came fast—too fast—her fingers clutching at his hair, her back arching under the swirl of his tongue and the heat of his praise. Her moans echoed softly beneath the artificial starlight, the goddess reduced to trembling need.

Cassian rose slowly, lips glistening, eyes blown wide.

"May I have more, my goddess?" he asked, breathless and reverent. "Can a lowly mortal earn the right to fuck heaven itself?"

Sienna grinned through her haze of pleasure, her voice still thick with command. "Then show me you're worthy."

Cassian didn't need to be told twice. He pressed her down onto the star-lit bed, guiding himself to her entrance. The moment he pushed in, both of them gasped—loud, raw, desperate.

They moved together like a storm let loose in the stars, messy and loud and completely lost. Cassian held her hips tightly, thrusting hard, the bed creaking beneath them. Sienna clung to him, legs wrapped tight around his waist, her cries turning wild as he drove them both toward the edge.

They came together in a rush of stars and shuddered gasps—her name on his lips, his name on hers, bodies tangled and burning under the celestial ceiling.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

Cassian collapsed onto the bed beside her, panting and dazed. His hand blindly searched for hers until their fingers found each other in the sheets.

"Holy shit," he whispered hoarsely, his voice ragged. "I don't even know where I am anymore."

Sienna turned her head, her body still pulsing with aftershocks. "You're in the arms of a goddess, obviously."

He let out a weak laugh and kissed her knuckles. "You almost killed me. For real. "

She snorted. "Don't be dramatic."

"I'm serious," he said, blinking at the ceiling. "If I die here, at least I'll be a legend."

Sienna shifted closer and rested her cheek on his chest, grinning against his skin. "You're not dying. You're recovering. Mortal bodies are just... squishy."

Cassian wrapped an arm around her, still breathless but grounded now, his voice warm and soft. "Yeah. But if this is your idea of divine punishment, I'll sin every damn day."