Elara's POV
I push him gently so he falls lightly on the bed. I climb after him, my juices still dripping down my thighs, staining the bedsheet. In this way, no oil is needed to help the process.
"Elara," he calls.
And the way he says my name… it helps me ignore that voice in my head asking me to stop.
I'm committing a great sin, the voice tells me. And to this moment, I don't know why being intimate with Cassian is a sin—except Velora makes me feel so, and of course, my parents' deaths haunting me.
I have to ignore all that. At least for pleasure.
I squat above him, my right hand rubbing his full length.
"Cassian."
"Go ahead."
With one deep breath, I lower myself onto him.
"Huh… hmmm."
He grabs my waist as I move down and up in a slow rhythm. It's slick, making soft, wet sounds almost loud enough to cover my moans.
