Sera’s POV
His mouth left a burning trail down the side of my neck. I should have gone to bed, I should have ignore him and went about my business....But no...I didn't.
I felt a faint graze of his teeth gently scraping my skin just enough to make my spine arch off the counter.
I was still wearing my pencil skirt from work, bunched around my hips now like an afterthought.
My blouse hangs open, bra shoved down, his palm was hot and rough against my breast. p
He rolls my n****e between thumb and forefinger slowly, then pinches hard enough that I gasp his name into the quiet kitchen.
“Say it again,” he mutters against my collarbone. Voice wrecked. “Say my name like that.”
“Cassian—” I say, biting down my bottom lip.
He groans like the sound physically hurts him.
One hand leaves my
