Now that he finally had her in his arms, he didn't want to let her go.
The moment she climbed on top of him, he was already lost.
Their mouths moved desperately against each other, hungry and impatient. Her lips were beginning to ache beneath the intensity of his kisses, yet he still kissed her as though he were afraid she would disappear if he stopped.
For years, he had dreamed of this.
In his dreams, he had kissed Juliet countless times, only to wake up gasping in the middle of the night, tormented by desires he could never satisfy. But reality was even more overwhelming than any dream he had ever had.
Her taste was far sweeter than he could have imagined.
The dream he had held onto for so long was finally becoming real.
He tried to calm himself, tried to rein in the hunger raging inside him, but the intensity was too much.
The next second, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist while his other hand slid to the back of her head.
With a swift movement, he flipped them over.
Juliet landed softly against the mattress, and Cassian immediately climbed over her. The sheets tangled around them before slipping carelessly onto the floor, forgotten.
His mouth moved to her neck.
He kissed her there again and again, unable to get enough. His movements grew rougher, more desperate, as his lips traveled along the delicate skin of her throat and down to her collarbone.
Every inch of skin he touched seemed to drive him further out of control.
Red marks were already beginning to bloom across her neck, yet he still wasn't satisfied. After giving one side the same devotedattention, he moved to the other, kissing and marking her there as well.
Then his hand moved to the neckline of her dress.
He was in complete chaos now, driven entirely by instinct and impatience.
The sharp sound of silk tearing suddenly echoed through the room.
Juliet gasped, her eyes flying open.
“Ah!”
But surprisingly, it wasn't because he had ruined her dress.
His mouth moved lower, and then he bit the top of her breast so harshly that a gasp escaped Juliet's lips.
The next second, she shuddered violently.
She tried to hold back the sounds threatening to spill from her mouth, instinctively trying to pull away, but he didn't let her.
“Mmhh… Hah…!”
His gaze dropped to the black bra she was wearing. The dark color against her pale skin created such a striking contrast that he almost trembled with need.
Impatiently, he pushed the fabric down.
Juliet grabbed the back of his neck, sucking in a sharp breath as his hot mouth closed over her sensitive flesh. She could feel his warm breath against her skin, and pleasure shot through every part of her body, leaving her completely rigid beneath him.
At some point, his hand ripped the rest of her dress all the way down. The silk tore apart completely, leaving her clad only in her black undergarments.
He stared down at her with such intensity that she couldn't look away.
