[BL] Bound to My Enemy: The Billionaire Who Took My Girl-Chapter 186: Body r18

NOAH

I tried to hold on to that last shred of anger, that flicker of resistance, but Cassian’s kiss was a force of nature, sweeping through me like a storm I couldn’t outrun.

His mouth moved over mine with a hunger that bordered on desperation, his tongue delving deep, tasting every corner as if he owned it, as if he owned me.

And god, in that moment, I wanted him to. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, my body arching up to meet his even as my mind screamed that this was too much, too fast, too everything.

But the questions from the car lingered in the back of my skull, gnawing at me even as pleasure flooded my veins, what did he really want from me? Was this just another way to claim control, or was there something more buried under all that intensity?

He broke from my mouth eventually, but only to trail lower, his lips brushing my jaw in sharp, deliberate kisses that sent sparks racing down my spine.

Each one was precise, almost punishing, nipping at the sensitive skin just enough to make me gasp.

He knew exactly where to press, where to linger, his breath hot against my ear as he moved to my neck, finding those spots he’d already mapped out in previous nights, the ones that made my toes curl and my resolve crumble.

I moaned without meaning to, the sound escaping low and ragged, vibrating through my chest.

I couldn’t stop it, didn’t even try; it was immediate, instinctive, my body betraying how desperately I craved this despite the emotional chaos swirling inside me.

The lightheaded feeling started then, building as his weight pressed me deeper into the mattress, his mouth a relentless force, the heat of him narrowing my world until there was nothing but him and the fire he ignited.

He continued down to my throat, sucking hard enough to draw blood to the surface, leaving marks I knew I’d have to hide tomorrow but couldn’t bring myself to care about now.

I was past the point of caring, lost in the way his teeth grazed my skin, the possessive pull of his lips that made me feel claimed, wanted, even as doubt whispered that this might all be temporary.

The vulnerability hit me hard, here I was, bare and exposed under him, my heart pounding not just from lust but from the terrifying hope that he felt even a fraction of what I was starting to feel for him.

Moving lower still, Cassian’s mouth traveled down my chest, his hands pushing my arms above my head to keep me spread open for him. He stopped at my nipple, his tongue flicking out to circle it slowly, teasing the hardened peak until I arched off the bed, a fresh wave of sensation crashing through me.

I was always sensitive there, painfully so, and he knew it, exploited it with ruthless precision, sucking the bud into his mouth, biting gently just to hear me whine.

My hands fisted in his hair, gripping tight as pleasure spiked hot and sharp, my cock twitching against his thigh, already leaking from the overload.

The conflict raged inside me even then, did he want more from me, or was I just a body to him, a convenient release after a long day? The thought twisted in my gut, making the pleasure bittersweet, but I couldn’t stop, couldn’t push him away when every touch felt like it was rewriting me from the inside out.

Mid-pleasure, as his mouth worked me over and my hips ground up seeking more friction, the question came roaring back, cutting through the haze like a knife.

Even now, even like this, with his lips sealed around my nipple and his free hand pinning my wrist, I couldn’t escape it, does he want more from me? Is this more than physical for him? What did he really mean in the car, before he shut down and told me to forget it?

The conflict tore at me, wanting so badly to know the answer, scared to death of what it might be. What if it wasn’t real? What if it was? Which would hurt more, the rejection or the risk of letting myself fall completely?

My breath hitched, not just from the sensation but from the ache in my chest, vulnerability flooding me as surely as the lust.

One of Cassian’s hands moved then, releasing my wrist to cup my jaw instead, his thumb sliding across my lips in a slow, deliberate drag. I opened my mouth without thinking, automatic and eager, my lips parting to let him in.

His thumb slipped inside, pressing down on my tongue, and I sucked instinctively, closing my lips around it, my tongue working the pad in swirling motions. I didn’t even realize I was doing it at first, lost in the rhythm, the salty taste of his skin mixing with the lingering heat from his kiss.

A low, pleased sound rumbled from his chest against my skin, vibrating through me as he continued teasing my nipple, the dual sensations making me moan around his thumb, muffled and desperate.

I could feel my dick leaking more, the wetness pooling on my stomach, embarrassing evidence of how thoroughly he had me unraveling, my body responding to him in ways that left me exposed and aching for more.

Cassian leaned back suddenly, pulling away from my chest to sit back on his heels, his eyes raking over me with dark hunger.

The towel was still barely clinging to my hips, a flimsy barrier, but he grabbed it and yanked it off completely, exposing me fully, my cock hard and straining, flushed red and leaking onto my stomach in shiny trails.

The evidence was undeniable, humiliating in its honesty, and I felt my face heat even as desire pulsed through me.

"Don’t look—" I tried to cover myself on instinct, hands moving down, but Cassian caught them easily, pinning them to my sides.

"Look at you," he said, not teasing but stating it like a fact, his voice rough with appreciation. "Already making a mess."

The words sent shame and lust twisting tighter in my gut, making me throb harder under his gaze. I was exposed, vulnerable, my body betraying every secret want, and the emotional weight of it, the fear that this was all I was to him, made my chest tighten even as I ached for his touch.

Cassian’s hands moved to my hips then, gripping firm and pulling me down the bed in one smooth motion, positioning me exactly how he wanted.

He grabbed a pillow from the headboard and shoved it under my lower back, propping me up, angling my hips higher. I blinked in confusion, not understanding yet, my mind still foggy from the overload.

"What are you, " I started, voice breathy and uncertain.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he spread my legs wide, wider, his hands on my thighs pushing them apart, pinning them open with effortless strength.

The exposure was complete, everything on display, vulnerable and trembling under his gaze. My face burned crimson, a fresh wave of embarrassment crashing over me.

"Cassian—" I gasped, squirming slightly. "What are you doing—"

The movement was sudden, Cassian lowering his head between my legs, his breath hot against my most intimate skin. I didn’t process it fast enough, didn’t understand until I felt it: his tongue, hot and wet, pressing flat against my hole in a long, deliberate lick.

Oh god. Oh GOD.

My body jolted like I’d been electrocuted, a shock of pleasure so new, so intense it stole my breath.

"What—!" I couldn’t form words, the sensation completely foreign, overwhelming in its strangeness and raw intimacy. No one had ever done this to me before, I’d never even thought about it, and the vulnerability of it hit me like a freight train, lust and shame colliding in a dizzying rush.

But Cassian was thorough, as always, relentless in his precision. He licked again, his tongue flat and broad, then pointed and circling the rim, teasing the sensitive nerves until I was squirming, my hips jerking involuntarily.

Then his lips closed around the entrance, sucking gently, and I cried out, the pleasure sharp and strange and so fucking good it made my vision blur.

His hand wrapped around my dick at the same time, stroking slow and measured, a perfect counterpoint to the wet heat of his mouth, building the pressure in layers I couldn’t escape.

I was losing my mind, actively, completely losing it. My hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white, head thrown back as moans spilled out uncontrollably.

The pleasure was too intense, too constant, breaking me down piece by piece until there was nothing left but sensation and the terrifying realization that no one else could do this to me, no one but him.

I forced my head up, slow, trembling, making myself look down the length of my own body. Cassian’s dark head was nestled between my spread thighs, his face buried so completely that I could only see the glossy black strands of his hair shifting with every small movement.