NOAH
I tried to hold on to that last shred of anger, that flicker of resistance, but Cassian's kiss was a force of nature, sweeping through me like a storm I couldn't outrun.
His mouth moved over mine with a hunger that bordered on desperation, his tongue delving deep, tasting every corner as if he owned it, as if he owned me.
And god, in that moment, I wanted him to. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, my body arching up to meet his even as my mind screamed that this was too much, too fast, too everything.
But the questions from the car lingered in the back of my skull, gnawing at me even as pleasure flooded my veins, what did he really want from me? Was this just another way to claim control, or was there something more buried under all that intensity?
He broke from my mouth eventually, but only to trail lower, his lips brushing my jaw in sharp, deliberate kisses that sent sparks racing down my spine.
