The rain fell in sheets outside the villa—slow, rhythmic, a sensual percussion against the wide glass windows.
Riven lay sprawled on silk sheets, a low growl in his throat as Cassian's lips moved lower. Shadows danced along the ceiling. The fire crackled in the hearth, warm but nowhere near the heat searing between their bodies.
"I thought we were safe now," Riven murmured, breathless as Cassian's mouth teased over his hipbone.
Cassian looked up, smirking, hair tousled, voice a rasp. "Then why does your body tremble like we're about to go to war?"
"I'm not afraid of war," Riven breathed. "I'm afraid of you."
Cassian's eyes flared, hunger dark and dangerous. "Then let me burn you."
He didn't wait for permission.
His mouth found Riven's thigh, kissing, biting, drawing a moan from lips that had tried to stay quiet. Hands gripped wrists, pinned them above his head. The dominance was smooth, practiced. And Riven let it happen, body arching like a bowstring pulled taut.
"Cassian—"
"Shh. You've commanded too long. Tonight, I rule you."
The kiss that followed was molten. Tongues danced, lips parted, bodies pressed slick with sweat and desperation. Riven's skin was fire beneath Cassian's hands—every nerve lit, every sigh a surrender.
Cassian moved lower, breath ghosting over hardened need. He licked a slow, wicked trail along Riven's length, then took him into his mouth, deep and deliberate. Riven's back arched, a strangled sound escaping his throat.
"F-fuck—Cassian!"
Cassian's rhythm was ruthless, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowed. He looked up through dark lashes, watching Riven fall apart.
But he didn't stop there.
Riven flipped them in a flash—Cassian now beneath him, pinned, breath heavy with a grin playing on his lips.
"My turn," Riven growled.
He dragged his fingers down Cassian's chest, nails scraping over skin until Cassian gasped. Then his mouth was on him—biting, sucking, worshipping.
When he finally sank down onto Cassian, slow and possessive, they both cursed.
The movement was brutal. Passion. Punishment. Pleasure wrapped in pain. Moans echoed through the room, raw and unfiltered. Cassian gripped his thighs hard enough to bruise. Riven rode him like it was vengeance and desire tangled into one.
"I missed this," Cassian rasped. "You... losing control."
"I never lost it," Riven snarled, grinding deeper. "I gave it to you."
That was it. Cassian snapped, flipping them again. Thrusts grew erratic, desperate. They kissed like men who'd tasted death and needed to prove they were alive.
When they finally came—together, loud and shaking—it was like thunder ripping through the villa.
And when silence settled, it wasn't peace.
It was the hush before a new storm.
Riven lay against Cassian's chest, both of them still trembling.
Then Cassian whispered, "He's coming."
Riven's eyes opened slowly. Cold. Clear.
"Then let him."