"Yours," Cassian growled, his voice rough with a hunger that had nothing to do with magic and everything to do with the man beneath him.
He didn't wait for Elian to answer. He didn't wait for Elian to breathe.
Cassian drove into him.
It was a single, devastating thrust that buried him to the hilt. Elian cried out, his back arching off the mattress as the fullness stretched him to his limit. The Silk Vine Extract and his own natural slick made it possible, but just barely. Cassian was too big, too hard, and too desperate.
"You," Cassian hissed, grabbing Elian's hips and holding him still as he began to move. "You are the only thing that is real."
The Pendulum Effect screamed in the background, trying to overlay Rowena's face onto Elian's, trying to whisper that this was wrong. But the physical sensation was too grounding. The wet slap of skin, the friction of heat, the tight grip of Elian's internal muscles—it was an anchor that held Cassian in the present.
