Peniel
His hands gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly as I wrapped my legs around his hips. Cassian's mouth trailed down my neck, leaving a scorching path of desire that made my skin burn with need.
“You’re so good, love,” Cassian's breath hitched against my lips, his voice a husky whisper as he groaned into the kiss. His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me closer, and I couldn't suppress the moan that escaped me.
His mouth devoured mine, his tongue exploring with mine in a way that made my pulse race.
My body betrayed me, responding to him, arching into him, wanting more. But deep inside, a voice screamed against the madness, begging me to stop, reminding me of who he was-who we were.
But as his lips moved hungrily against mine, all I could do was cling to him, lost in the war
