Cassian gently tapped Violetta's flushed cheek, his fingertips leaving a trail of fire on her soft skin. "Wake up, Violetta," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr that cut through the heavy silence of the room. "You can't pass out on me now, not when we're only just getting started."
Violetta's eyes fluttered open, her long lashes brushing against her cheeks as she gazed up at Cassian with a look of stunned disbelief. She couldn't believe what had just happened, the way her body had betrayed her, the way she had screamed and writhed and come undone beneath Cassian's skilled touch. She felt a sudden, sharp pang of panic, a sense of having lost control, of having given in to a desire that could only lead to more heartache and pain.
"Cassian, what are you doing?" Violetta gasped, her voice a low, breathless whisper as she stared up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and a lingering, reluctant arousal. "We can't...I can't..." She tried to sit up, to push herself away from him, but found herself suddenly weak and pliant, her body refusing to obey her commands.
Cassian's hand slid up to cup her chin, his thumb brushing across her kiss-swollen lower lip, a gesture that made Violetta's heart race and her core clench with a renewed, desperate hunger. "Shh, don't try to get up," Cassian murmured, his voice a low, hypnotic whisper that seemed to seep into her very bones. "I know you want this, just as much as I do. I can feel it in every breathless moan and desperate cry that falls from your lips."
Cassian shrugged off his coat, the fine wool fabric falling to the floor with a soft thud. Violetta's gaze followed the movement, her eyes widening as he began to unbutton his shirt, each button revealing more of the hard, sculpted flesh beneath. She watched, transfixed, as Cassian's shirt fell open, exposing his chiseled chest and the rippling muscles of his abdomen.
Violetta's hand seemed to move of its own accord, her fingers reaching out to trace the defined lines of Cassian's pectorals, the warm, smooth skin tingling beneath her touch. She could feel the power coiled in his muscles, the raw, masculine energy that radiated from him in waves. Her fingers drifted lower, skimming over his stomach, feeling each individual abdominal muscle as they clenched and flexed beneath her touch.
Cassian's breathing grew heavier as Violetta's hand explored his body, his chest rising and falling with each ragged inhale. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the way her gaze raked over his exposed flesh, taking in every inch of his physique with a look of unbridled desire. He could feel the heat of her touch, the way her fingers left a trail of fire in their wake as they mapped out the contours of his body.
"Touch me, Violetta," Cassian growled, his voice a low, strained rasp as he gazed down at her with a look of raw, primal need. "Explore every inch of my body, just as I explored yours." He took her hand, guiding it lower, until her fingers brushed against the waistband of his trousers. Violetta could feel the hard, thick length of him straining against the fabric, a testament to his own desperate arousal. "Feel what you do to me," Cassian murmured, his hips rocking forward, pressing his clothed erection against her palm. "Feel how much I want you, how much I need you."
Violetta tried to sit up, to touch Cassian more, to feel every inch of his glorious, sculpted body. But her limbs felt heavy, weak, as if made of lead. A soft whimper of frustration escaped her lips as she struggled, her breasts heaving with each labored breath.
Seeing her difficulty, Cassian smiled, a warm, sincere curve of his lips that made Violetta's heart race. He gripped her waist firmly, his strong hands easily lifting and holding her up against him, until her breasts were mere inches from his own bare chest. Violetta's breath caught in her throat at the proximity, the heat of his skin searing her own, even through the thin, tattered remains of her gown.
Emboldened by the heat building between them, Violetta began to touch him with a newfound fervor, her slender fingers splaying across the hard, muscled expanse of his back. She could feel the power coiled in his muscles, the way they flexed and rippled beneath her touch as she raked her nails down his spine. Violetta's hands drifted higher, her fingers finding and teasing Cassian's nipples, rolling and pinching the hardened nubs until he groaned, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down her spine.
Cassian captured Violetta's lips in a searing kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth with a hunger that stole her breath away. He kissed her until she was breathless and panting, his lips trailing down to her neck where he sucked and bit at the sensitive skin, no doubt leaving marks of possession behind.
Breaking the kiss, Cassian reached for the delicate threads of Violetta's gown, his fingers brushing against the swell of her breasts as he began to slowly, teasingly unfasten them. Violetta's eyes, hazy with desire, flicked up to meet his gaze, her lips parted and her breathing coming in shallow, desperate gaps. She couldn't form the words to give him permission, to beg him to take her gown off and bare her fully to his hungry gaze, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes.
Cassian's fingers deftly worked at the remaining threads of Violetta's gown, the delicate fabric parting like the petals of a flower under his touch. With each thread undone, more of Violetta's creamy skin was revealed, the swell of her breasts rising and falling with each shallow, anticipatory breath.
Cassian paused, his fingers hovering over the last remaining thread, a single digit all that kept the gown from slipping away completely. He looked into Violetta's eyes, his gaze intense and searching, a silent question hanging in the charged air between them. His eyes, not filled with lust or desire, but with a deep, abiding love and tenderness that made Violetta's heart clench in her chest.
Violetta gazed back at him, her violet eyes wide and darkened with a mix of nerves and a reluctant, growing excitement. She could see the love shining in Cassian's eyes, the genuine care and adoration that he held for her. It both terrified and thrilled her, the way he looked at her, as if she were the only woman in the world, the only one he had ever wanted or needed. Her tongue darted out, wetting her suddenly dry lips as she struggled to find the words to give him the approval he sought.
Unable to hold his gaze any longer, Violetta's eyes fluttered shut, her long lashes casting shadows on her flushed cheeks as she turned her face away, a silent, breathless sigh escaping her parted lips. It was all the approval Cassian needed, all the permission he required to continue. With a gentle tug, he slipped the last thread free, allowing Violetta's gown to pool around her waist, baring her breasts to his loving gaze.
Cassian drank in the sight of her, his eyes roaming reverently over every inch of her exposed skin, from the creamy swells of her breasts to the hardened peaks of her nipples, now straining towards him in the cool air of the room. He reached out, his calloused fingertips brushing against the soft undercurve of her breast, the delicate skin pebbling under his touch. Cassian leaned down, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses across the tender flesh, his tongue flicking out to lave at the tight bud of her nipple before he drew it into the wet heat of his mouth, suckling and teasing the sensitive peak until Violetta cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her breast as jolts of pleasure raced through her body.
Cassian lavished the same attention on her other breast, his hands kneading and caressing the soft mounds, his thumbs and fingers plucking and rolling her nipples until they were stiff, aching points. Violetta arched into his touch, a litany of breathless moans and whimpers falling from her lips as Cassian worshipped her body with a tender, almost reverent fervor. She could feel his dick pressing insistently against her thigh, hard and thick and pulsing with a need that mirrored her own. Violetta's hips undulated instinctively, seeking friction, seeking to feel him inside her, filling her, claiming her in the most primal way possible. But Cassian seemed determined to take his time, to explore every inch of her body with a thoroughness that left her trembling and aching for more.
As Cassian's hands and mouth worshipped her body with a tender, almost reverent fervor, Violetta felt a maelstrom of emotions swirling within her. She marveled at the gentle, caring way he touched her, his fingers tracing her curves with a soft, almost worshipful touch that made her feel cherished and adored. It was a far cry from the rough, demanding touches she had experienced in the past, and it stirred something deep within her, a longing for intimacy and connection that she had never truly allowed herself to feel.
With each brush of his lips against her skin, each tender caress of his fingers, Violetta could feel the walls around her heart beginning to crumble. She had spent so long building them up, fortifying herself against the pain and heartache that came with loving someone too deeply, too completely. But Cassian's gentle handling of her, his clear desire to make her feel good and bring her pleasure, was slowly chipping away at those defenses, leaving her feeling raw, exposed, and terrifyingly vulnerable.
At the same time, Violetta couldn't deny the way her body responded to Cassian's touch, the way it came alive under his skilled hands and mouth. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, the slick arousal that coated her folds as Cassian's fingers and tongue teased and tasted her most intimate places. It was a sensation unlike anything she had experienced before, a deep, aching need that went beyond the physical and into the realm of the emotional.
As Cassian continued to lavish attention on her body, Violetta could feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, a sudden, sharp ache building in her throat. She wasn't used to being touched with such care and gentleness, such clear desire to bring her pleasure and satisfaction. It made her feel seen, heard, and understood in a way that she never had been before, and it stirred a profound sense of longing and need within her.
Cassian's fingers brushed against the tears that had begun to slip down Violetta's cheeks, his touch gentle as he wiped them away. He paused, his brow furrowing with concern as he gazed down at her, taking in the glistening tracks on her skin. "Violetta," he murmured, his voice low and filled with worry, "you're crying. Have I somehow hurt you?"
Violetta shook her head, a watery smile tugging at her lips as she gazed up at Cassian, her violet eyes shimmering with more unshed tears. "No, Cassian," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "It's not that. It's just..." She trailed off, struggling to find the words to express the complex tangle of feelings that consumed her. "No one has ever touched me like this before. So gently, so carefully, as if I'm something precious and fragile." A single tear slipped down her cheek, and Violetta quickly brushed it away, a soft, embarrassed laugh escaping her lips. "Please, don't let it bother you. So keep going."
Cassian's heart clenched at the raw, vulnerable look in Violetta's eyes, at the way she had entrusted him with this piece of herself that she had kept hidden away for so long. He nodded, a solemn promise passing between them as he leaned in to capture her lips in a tender, loving kiss. His hands slid lower, over the soft curve of her stomach, his fingers splaying across her hips before drifting down to the slick, heated flesh of her pussy.
Cassian's fingers parted her folds, stroking through the slick arousal that coated her inner walls, his touch gentle and exploratory as he learned the contours of her most intimate places. Violetta gasped, her hips rocking up to meet his hand, seeking more of the delicious friction. Cassian's fingers circled her clit, the sensitive nub throbbing and aching under his touch, before he slowly, teasingly slid one long digit inside her tight, clenching heat.