Sera’s POV
His mouth was still on mine when the last thread of restraint snapped.
One second we were breathing each other’s air, foreheads pressed, hearts slamming in tandem.
The next, Cassian’s hands were on my hips really hard, bruising the skin in a sweet way and he spun me around so fast the mirrors blurred.
My palms slapped against the cold glass.
My breath fogged it instantly.
He didn’t ask. I needed the heat since I walked in.
I felt him behind me, his broad chest to my back, heat rolling off him in waves. His mouth found the side of my neck, hi teeth grazing the spot he knew made my knees buckle. One rough hand slid up under my blouse, palm flat against my stomach, holding me exactly where he wanted me. The other yanked my skirt up in a single impatient motion.
“Tell me
