Chapter 351: Unspoken affection r18

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.

But underneath that hunger was something quieter and far more dangerous, the realization that I didn’t want him to leave this bed, or this house, ever again.

Just like Julian...

"Turn over," I told him, voice low and even.

"Face down."

Noah made a soft, shy sound but obeyed, sliding off me with a whimper as my cock slipped free.

I moved behind him, ignoring the protest in my muscles, and pressed him flat into the mattress with my weight, completely pinned.

I settled between his spread thighs, my chest against his back, and guided my cock back to his pink, puffy hole.

He tensed when I pushed back inside in one slow, deep stroke. "Cassian... wait— isn’t this too much—"

I cut him off by sinking my teeth into the side of his neck and sucking hard. "I said I’ve got you." I started thrusting, deep and heavy, using my weight to keep him pinned while my cock dragged relentlessly over his prostate.

His ass was flushed pink from earlier spanks and bounced beautifully every time I drove into him. I brought my hand down hard on one cheek, then the other, enjoying the way he clenched around me with every smack.

The pent-up hunger from weeks in that fucking hospital bed roared through me. I fucked him harder, hips snapping, skin burning with every thrust. The wounds still hurt. I didn’t care. I needed this. Needed him.

Noah whimpered and weakly pushed back against my chest. More pain flared hot and sharp. Instead of pulling back, I growled and thrust deeper, grinding my cock against his prostate with brutal precision.

He made another soft, bratty protest, squirming beneath me. I spanked him harder, then reached under him and pressed my palm low on his belly, adding that external pressure while I fucked him.

The wet, filthy sounds of my cock slamming into his sloppy hole filled the room. I pulled out suddenly, watching with dark satisfaction as his hole gaped open, pink and twitching, cum slowly leaking out.

"Look at that," I murmured, almost intrigued.

"Greedy little hole doesn’t want to close." I teased the head of my cock around the rim, dipping just the tip in and out, making him clench around nothing. Noah whined and tried to push back, embarrassed and desperate.

"Cassian, please—"

I slammed back in without warning, forcing a broken moan out of him. I fucked him like that through the first round, intense, punishing strokes mixed with moments of cruel teasing where I’d pull out completely just to watch him gape and leak.

Every time he got close I slowed down or held his hips still, edging him mercilessly while whispering against his neck.

"You stayed with me every day," I said quietly, voice rough as I ground deep. "Sat there while I was half-dead. You have no idea what that does to me."

The words slipped out heavier than I meant them to. I kissed the fresh mark I’d sucked on his back, then bit down again as I started a second, slower round.

I kept my weight on him, chest to back, mouth against his shoulder, thrusting in long, filthy strokes that still made his ass bounce beneath me. I licked sweat from the back of his neck and reached around to stroke his cock in time with my thrusts.

He came again with a choked sob, hole pulsing hard around me. I didn’t stop. I fucked him through it, then kept going slower, more intimate, grinding against his ass while kissing along his spine and the places I could reach on my own body.

The contrast fucked with my head, the raw need to claim and ruin him fighting against the quiet fear that one day my world would break someone as soft as Noah.

I finally let myself go on the next thrust, burying deep and filling him again with a low groan. Thick streaks of cum pumped into him until it was leaking out around my cock.

I stayed inside, plugging him, refusing to pull out as I rolled us slightly to the side so I wasn’t crushing him completely.

Noah was shaking, tears slipping down his cheeks. I kissed them away, then pressed softer kisses all the way to his lips. My hand stroked his hair, possessive and careful at the same time.

"You’re not leaving this bed," I told him, with a quiet but stern tone that left no room for argument. "Not tonight. Not until I say so."

He made a small, wrecked sound and pressed back against me, hole still fluttering around my softening cock. I held him tighter, burying my face in his neck, breathing him in.

The feelings I didn’t have names for, or didn’t want to name, twisted tight in my chest.

I wanted to keep him. Protect him. Own every part of him. But I also knew what my life invited. The vendettas that weren’t finished. The violence that followed me.

For now, none of that mattered. Right now he was full of me, marked by me, pinned under me. And I wasn’t letting him go.

I kissed the side of his head again, softer this time, and whispered against his hair, "Good boy. Just stay right here."

My cock twitched inside him as I held him close, already thinking about the next way I’d open him up.