Chapter 92
Annalise
(18+)
The moment Cassian entered the room, my breath caught in my throat. His emerald eyes locked onto mine, dark with need, burning with a hunger that made my body tense. But beneath that hunger was something else—something deep, something raw. He had watched as Sylus marked me, as I gasped and trembled beneath the power of the bond, and now it was his turn.
I was still recovering, still reeling from the way Sylus’s mark made my body burn with pleasure and pain in equal measure. The pleasure of the bond forming, the pain of the curse mark rejecting it. But before I could gather myself, Cassian was in front of me, his hands warm as they found my waist.
He didn’t speak. He just stared, his grip tightening like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go. His fingers sl
