CASSIAN
I lay there for a moment with Noah collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin.
My side burned where the worst scar pulled with every shift, a sharp reminder that I wasn't fully healed yet.
The hospital had been hell, weeks of lying still, feeling weak, knowing Noah came every single day.
One of the guards had told me quietly one night when Noah had finally fallen asleep in the chair beside my bed and I asked. He never missed a day.
That kind of loyalty terrified me more than any bullet.
I ran my hand down his back, feeling him tremble.
My cock was still buried inside him, softening but not ready to leave.
The need inside me hadn't eased at all. If anything, it had grown worse.
I wanted to wreck him. Ruin that tight little hole until it stayed open and leaking for hours. Mark him so thoroughly he couldn't pretend this was just comfort or duty.
