Cassian groaned and snapped around. His hand cupped Finnian’s cheek, and he hooked his thumb underneath his jaw, using the grip to pull him into a starved kiss.
Finnian slumped back, allowing Cassian to climb onto his lap.
His hands moved in a rush, stripping Finnian’s shirt. Desire thrummed like a bursting ravine in his veins. Gods, he’d missed him. The way Finnian playfully nipped at his bottom lip, thesmall noises he trapped in the back of his throat in moments of pleasure. Each intimate and raw detail they shared felt sacred.
Finnian stretched out Cassian’s bottom lip with his teeth as he broke away and lowered onto the mattress. His hair spread out around his face across the satin, and he stared up at Cassian through hooded eyes.
Cassian remained propped up on his knees straddling Finnian, breathing hard with bruised lips.
He shucked his shirt off and bent down, kissing along Finnian’s ribcage, sinking his teeth into the skin.
A light gasp escaped Finnian, followed by a shiver that wracked his body.
Cassian’s tongue stopped, and he lifted his lips to look up.
Finnian stared down at him, his gaze dark from the swelling of his pupils. “Do that once more, and I don’t think I will last much longer.”
Cassian smiled. The urge in him was carnal, animalistic, to hear him make the sound again.
He sank his lips back down over Finnian’s skin, leaving drowsy kisses between each crevice of his ribcage. As he did so, he worked to unfasten the buttons of Finnian’s trousers.
Finnian writhed, his hips jerking up and his hands burying into Cassian’s hair.
There was a satisfaction in seeing the crazed need for release on his face, trembling in his limbs.
Cassian pushed the waistband of Finnian’s trousers down. Before he could descend his kisses further, Finnian grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged.
Cassian sat up on his knees. “Let me have my way,” he said through a breath, restless with the need to tease him a bit more.
“Oh, I intend to.” Finnian reached up into his drawer, grinding their lengths against each other as he did so, and pulled out a vial of oil.
A quiver of nerves bolted up Cassian’s spine as he rushed to unfasten the buttons of his own trousers, never realizing the effort it took to remove an article of clothing. A pang of frustration clenched in his chest as he threw the pants onto the floor.
He went to lift his leg over Finnian to trade positions.
Finnian snatched a hold of his wrist, stopping him.
Impatience gritted in his molars as he stiffened to hold himself up on his knees. “What?—”
“Stay as you are.” Finnian handed him the vial of oil and lounged back on the pillow, thoroughly enjoying the baffled look on Cassian’s face. With a bastard smirk, he said, “Ravageme.”
The desire buzzing through his bloodstream was excruciating. But now this?
A deranged laugh shook out of Cassian. He rubbed a hand over his face, sitting back on his heels.
For a brief moment, he wondered ifthiswas Ruelle’s revenge. A fate that led to being bewitched, pumped full of lust, and plagued with an unclear head just to be tempted in the cruelest, most agonizing way he certainly could not resist.
“Finny.” His voice cracked, and he brought his fingers into his hair, curling and pulling at the roots. “I cannot—willnot—dothisfor the first time under a bewitchment?—”
“I removed it back at the tavern,” he said.
Cassian blinked at him, dumbfounded. “You did?”
“Yes.” He lifted up on his elbows, a cocky gleam in his eyes. “I also plan on finding that mage and burning her lips for placing them on you.”
But how?—
That infuriating kiss on his neck.
