Yvette's POV
I melt into Cassian as he seals his lips over mine.
The kiss didn't start with the violence of his usual demands. Instead, it was a slow, deliberate exploration—as if he were trying to memorise the texture of my soul through the seam of my lips.
He took his time; he kissed me slowly as if savouring every movement. His tongue teased mine in a steady rhythm… His uninjured hand stayed on the side of my face holding me in place.
I kissed him back with equal intensity, holding onto his shoulders to steady myself.
I felt like I was unravelling, piece by piece, and he was the only thing holding me together.
The warmth of his mouth and the way his chest rose beneath mine – it was all too much… too good.
Then his phone rang.
Cassian groaned into my mouth, pulling away with a frustrated sigh and picking up his phone, swiping it to answer.
He placed the phone to his ear, his gaze holding me in place.
"Speak," he said into the phone, voice low and controlled.
