#c:cassian&sashas

[little-earthquakes-rp]

The attention paid to her mouth brought a new bloom to her skin. Every bit of her soul wanted to kiss him, but she could never be so bold. So subconsciously, she pulled her plush bottom lip between her teeth and did her best to repress the compulsion. Instead, she studied the cut of his jaw and how the cool blonde in his beard had a tease of gold throughout in a certain light.

The spontaneity of being pulled into his sturdy lap caught her off guard and a soft gasp escaped. The ease with which he performed the gesture was impressive, but everything about Cassian was. Sasha rested her arm across his wide back gently embracing him while the other rested in the crook of his elbow. Now she was even closer to that mouth of his she coveted.

She'd been holding her breath waiting for a response to the proposal, and now that he conceded a certain boldness stirred easing her worry a tad. She could feel his pants beneath on the skin of her bare thighs as the dress hitched practically at her hips. It caused a rhythmic throbbing from within.

The moment was lost briefly when he asked who'd left her feeling undesirable. The word stung. The truth was difficult to hear coming from someone else. He must have sensed it because she surely wouldn't have ever opened up in such a way.

The vulnerability caused her to go rigid in his arms and her eyes to drop down to his chest in embarrassment; however, her concern was no match for his hands which coaxed away any other sentiment from her other than desire, as one moved up her thigh and another gripped at her waist which elicited breathy whimper.

He'd requested a name. Demons could be tricky so she needed to be careful in answering him.

Letting her gaze drift back to his engaging blue eyes she stared for a moment before finally leaning in and pressing her cheek to the side of his bristled jaw and whispered, "I don't want to ever say his name again. I've wasted seven years of my life and all he did was take and never gave. I wasn't worth the effort. I need you to make sure I'm not broken. I need someone other than me to make me cum." She wouldn't need to give him a name. He'd likely know by context, or could easily find out.

Sasha traced her cheek across his jaw as she pulled back only to feel her ass being pulled up his lap and left to rest on his large erection. Her breath hitched at the size of him. He was surprisingly thick and long. She let both hands rest gently against his pecs feeling his definition beneath his clothes. Feeling emboldened by his reaction, she lifted up letting her hips trace up and down his length, savoring the friction as her panties became wet.

Cassian had never read this grimoire. It belonged to Lilith and no demons were allowed to read it but the ones chosen by the book. Even he was not aware of its contents, save for the fact that it contained a spell that was able to summon him. He despised the fact that the book had a mind of its own and was able to appear wherever it wished across realms. He had never managed to get his hands on it. If he did....he would destroy it, no matter the consequences.

He did not miss the way Sasha appeared to nuzzle against his touch, blue eyes observing her. She did not want only Lust it seems....she wanted him. Though for her, it was scratching an itch, and for him... it was getting Lust sated.

His gaze dropped to her lips, keeping Lust dormant within him, though the demon desperately wanted to come out and play, wanted to make her drunk with desire and ready to perform its every whim. However, Cass kept a lid on it - he had over 1000 years of practice doing so.

"Then by all means....," in a flash, Cassian gripped her hips, pulling the blonde atop him, her dress dragging up along the way, the slit in her dress allowing her to rest her legs on either side of his hips. "Use me to scratch that itch."

"But tell me... who is that that made you feel... undesirable?" Hands trailed up her thighs, one hand slipping beneath the slit to rest against her bare skin, gripping her upper thigh, while the other hand slid up, over her dress, resting against her waist. Her lovely chest was in line with his vision, exactly where he wanted it to be. He could sense the emotions rolling off her - of insecurity. And he wanted to know how the fuck someone like her felt insecure about being desired.

That treacherous hand of his beneath her dress slipped over to cup her rear, dragging her closer, over the very prominent bulge in his trousers so she can FEEL what her presence did to him.

[little-earthquakes-rp]

@mythosisms

"romantic" "platonic" no whatever those two have going on is way more sinister than all that

[little-earthquakes-rp]

@mythosisms :Cassian

Tell Me Lies + Hot-Blooded (1.02)