“Fuck, I love the way you tremble,” he murmurs, almost to himself, like he’s caught in a trance. His eyes are dark and hooded, his movements growing more focused, more lost in it.
I barely recognize him anymore.
But more than that, I barely recognize myself.
My spine arches so hard it feels like I might snap. My moans go high-pitched, erratic. I’m panting so hard the entire car fogs up from the inside.
I feel charged. Buzzing. Humming. Like I’m some kind of feral succubus, not a dead girl walking.
The moment I come, my powers surge beneath my skin, rushing outward in waves, crackling under the surface. A thousand little explosions ripple through me, a heatwave down my spine before wave after wave of convulsions drowns me in fire.
“There you go,” Cassian breathes against my core, voice thick with hunger and something possessive. His hand glides up my inner thigh as the aftershocks roll through me. Before I know it, I collapse back into the seat.
A second passes. Then another. I can barely blink. My vision swims. My body trembles like a plucked wire.
Cassian finally pulls back. His lips are slick, jaw tight, chest rising and falling with slow, controlled breaths. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, but his eyes stay locked on mine.
He doesn’t speak. But he doesn’t need to. His eyes ask the question.
Did it work?
I nod weakly.
“I know I don’t look it,” I whisper, “but I feel more powerful.”
The corner of his mouth twitches.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
That’s when he shifts. His massive frame sinks back into the seat like nothing just happened. At least for a second. Then he straightens, and something changes. The gleam in his eye sharpens, like he's barely holding himself back. His handreaches across the console again, this time landing warm and heavy on my bare thigh.
For a moment, he just watches me.
“Do you need help getting dressed?” he asks at last.
I swallow, my breath still unsteady as I lift my hands. They’re trembling—visibly and embarrassingly obvious.
“Say no more,” he murmurs. And just like that, he starts dressing me.
Never thought Cassian would do something like that.
Maybe there was truth in what Talon said after all.
Cassian would worship me.
I’m just not sure I’ve grasped even half of it. At least, not yet.
“There are six officers visible. Two patrol units. One unmarked car. One black SUV. Probably the lead investigator’s ride. At least one K9 unit. See the leash loops on that guy’s belt? Means they’re rotating the dogs, not keeping them out long.”
Cassian scans the area. He inhales through his nose, exhales through his mouth, then adjusts his angle to look the other way.
I blink. “You got all that in, like, four seconds.”
“Why? Impressed?” he asks, no pride in his voice. I can’t even tell if he’s teasing or genuinely curious. Considering how hard he made me come not that long ago, I decide to bet on the latter.
“Yeah, actually.”
