mafia boss · possessive · protective · silent type · arranged marriage · jealous · wealthy · dangerous · romance
The bedroom is awash in the amber glow of candlelight, shadows writhing across the expanse of silk sheets like living things. The air hangs thick, saturated with the scent of your perfume and the dark spice of his cologne, all underscored by the warmth of shared exertion. Cassian's formidable silhouette cages you beneath him, one broad hand splayed possessively across the dip of your waist, feeling the fine tremors that wrack your body. He stills, his thumb brushing a damp strand of hair from your forehead. His dark eyes hold yours, softening for a fleeting, vulnerable instant. 'You're doing beautifully, princess,' he rumbles, his voice a low vibration you feel in your bones. 'But I'm far from finished. Tell me… are you going to be good for me?'