Raging Storms and Calming Seas

CHAPTER 18

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Cassian

I wake slowly, my mind clawing through the haze of sleep, only to be greeted by...restraints? My hands are tied—tied—together above my head with what feels like a silky scarf. I tug instinctively, confusion snapping me fully awake. The room is dim, shadows stretching across the walls from the glow of the street lights outside.

Then I see her.

Zara.

She's perched above me, her dark hair falling around her face like an amazing thundercloud, violet highlights catching the faint light. The faint light casts shadows and I can't clearly see her face, making her more mysterious than she usually is. It's quite appealing really. Her hands are braced on my chest, her eyes locked on mine, and the look she gives me is enough to steal the breath from my lungs.

"Morning, my Phoenix," she murmurs, her voice low and teasing. "Or should I say extremely early morning?"

"What the—Zara?" My voice comes out rough and hoarse, and I tug at the bindings again, my body jolting with adrenaline and something else. Something like lust. Her position isn't helping either.

"Shh," she says, leaning closer until her lips are just a breath away from mine. "You've been a very bad boy, haven't you?"

I blink up at her, completely lost. Bad boy? What the hell is she—?

Then she starts to move. A slow grind of her hips against mine, and my brain short-circuits. My thoughts scatter, replaced by a visceral heat that floods my body. I don't know whether to laugh, yell, or beg, but every nerve ending in my body is on fire, tuned to her.

"Zara..." Her name leaves my lips like a plea, but she presses a finger against my mouth, silencing me.

"Not a word," she says, her tone sharper now, commanding. "You don't get to talk, my Phoenix. Not until I'm done with you."

Her hips rock against mine again, and my hands instinctively flex against the restraints. I've never felt this kind of heat before—this completely overwhelming mix of desire and frustration. She's in control, and as much as it's driving me insane, I can't deny the thrill racing through me.

"Valentine," she says suddenly, her voice laced with something darker, "she thinks she can steal what's mine." My brow furrows, confusion breaking through the haze that's pounding through me. "Valentine?" I manage, my voice muffled. Her glare is enough to silence me again, but the jealousy burning in her eyes makes my chest tighten– both in pleasure and agony. She's serious. This isn't just playful teasing—this is Zara staking her claim in the only way she knows how. I am torn between feeling triumphant that her feelings for me are so strong that she got jealous like this and agony since she thinks I would even think of another person except for her. Heck, if only she would let me explain... As I open my mouth to defend myself, she quickly swoops down and covers my mouth with hers.

"You're mine, Cassian," she whispers, freeing my mouth and moving her lips to brush against my ear. "Every fucking inch of you. Mine to play with and mine to fuck. Nobody else can have you."

Her words send a shiver down my spine, and I groan and pant trying to focus on her and get her to understand that she is my only one and I do belong only to her. But her hips started drawing tight little figure eights concentrated on one particular spot and the feel of her thighs over mine, the satin of the pyjamas, and how hot my girl looks right now, I quickly lose myself completely, the room dissolving into heat and shadows and the intoxicating feel of her.

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The next day, Zara acts like nothing happened. She's calm, composed, and completely focused on the project, while I... I can barely look at her without my mind flashing back to last night. Her hands on me, her body against mine—it's all I can think about.