NOAH
My internal thought hit me like a slap.
I want to suck his dick.
The second the words formed in my brain, shame crashed over me so hard my face burned hotter than the workout had left it.
What the fuck was wrong with me? This man had dragged me into his world, turned my life into a contract of humiliation and pleasure, and here I was... sweaty, sore, and drooling over the very cock that kept wrecking me.
I wanted to crawl into the marble tiles and disappear.
Cassian's gaze sharpened.
He'd caught me. Of course he had. Those dark eyes flicked down to where my oversized t-shirt was doing nothing to hide the obvious tent in my shorts, then back up to my face. A slow, predatory smirk curved his lips.
"Staring again, Noah?" His voice was velvet over steel, low enough to vibrate in my chest. "You look like you're about to start begging without even saying a word. That hungry little mouth of yours is practically watering."
