Odessa's POV
The click of the front door closing was a gunshot in the silence he left behind.
For a long moment, I didn't move. I was pinned not by his hands anymore,but by the overwhelming feelings coursing through me—it was like a deep tremor that shook me to my core. The chill from the cold marble countertop pressed against my bare skin, creating a stark contrast to the warm heat he had ignited inside me.
My body was alive with sensations, especially the throb between my legs where his fingers had been, the sting of my n*****s where his mouth had branded me, the chill of the air on the wetness he'd smeared across my lips.
The familiar smell of whiskey, sweat, and an intense masculinity lingered on my skin and my ripped silk robe. My robe. The champagne-colored silk Cassius had bou
