Kind men who bring peace (R-18)

'Something's coming,' Russella thought as she felt the wetness intensify, dripping from her onto Cassian's hand. On her foots, with her hips raised high, she tried to make sense of the sensation coursing through her.

"Cassian, stop... ahh, stop... I don't wan—ahhh..." she pleaded, her voice strained. Despite her words, her body betrayed her, moving in ways she couldn't control. She buried her head deeper into the pillow, hips lifting as if on their own, surrendering to the overpowering sensation.

Cassian, unmoved by her pleas, continued his deliberate movements, his fingers maintaining a relentless rhythm. Within moments, a surge of heat and pleasure built inside her, reaching an overwhelming crescendo before bursting forth in a hot, blurry spray that splattered across the bed. The force of her release made her body shudder as she clenched her teeth, the sensation leaving her trembling and breathless.