Sera's POV
Cassian’s chest rose and fell beneath me, the thunder of his heartbeat slowing against my cheek. His fingers were still tangled loosely in my hair, stroking absently, like he couldn’t stop touching me even now. The taste of him lingered thick on my tongue, salt and heat and raw satisfaction, but the ache between my thighs had only grown sharper—insistent, demanding.
He must have felt the way I shifted restlessly in his lap, because his hands slid down my back, palms spreading wide over my bare skin, thumbs tracing the dimples at the base of my spine. When I rocked my hips just slightly, chasing friction against his thigh, a low rumble vibrated through his chest.
“My turn,” he murmured, voice rough and dark, lips brushing the shell of my ear.
Before I could answer, he moved—e
