NOAH
Cassian lay back against the pillows, his breathing a little heavier from the effort of holding back.
The skin on his chest and abdomen gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat under the low bedroom light. He looked powerful even like this, recovering, not fully agile, but completely in control.
My heart hammered as I straddled him, knees on either side of his hips. I was still trembling from the relentless milking, my hole slick and twitching, cock leaking steadily against his stomach.
"Come here, Noah," he said, voice low and calm. "Get on top."
My heart slammed against my ribs. I hesitated, cheeks burning.
"I… I don't know if I can. You're still hurt and I might—"
"You can," he interrupted gently, one hand reaching for my hip.
