His kisses trailed lower, moving from her stomach downward. The instant he touched her swollen nub, she shuddered violently.
The sensation shot through her body with such intensity that she almost stopped breathing.
“Ah!” Her entire body went rigid.
Her hands immediately shot to his shoulders, digging into them as she instinctively pushed him back.
"Wait... wait," she gasped, her eyes wide with shock.
She had never experienced anything like this before.
The most she had ever shared with anyone had been a few kisses as a teenager and, occasionally, kisses along her neck. Nothing more.
But this—
This overwhelming sensation had caught her completely off guard.
She stared at him in stunned disbelief, her lashes trembling, as though she couldn’t comprehend that such feelings could even exist.
But Cassian looked disturbed by her reaction.
The moment her hands reached his shoulders, he moved instantly. He climbed over her again, his weight settling over her as he caught both her wrists. With a swift motion, he lifted her hands above her head and grabbed a strip from the ripped dress.
In seconds, he tied her wrists together and secured them to the bed’s headboard.
“I told you,” he murmured, his voice rough and low, almost a growl. “Don’t stop me now.”
Juliet looked at him with troubled eyes, lips parting as if to speak, to tell him the last thing she wanted was for him to stop—but he didn’t give her the chance.
The next moment, his mouth was on hers again, kissing her hungrily, cutting off her words completely.
His lips trailed down to her throat, lingering there before moving lower. His mouth hungrily sucked on the swell of her breasts, unrestrained, as if he couldn’t get enough.
Then he lifted his head and glanced at her again. The hunger in his gaze was completely unhidden.
“This,” he growled, his hand gripping her breast firmly, thumb brushing over the puckered, sensitive bud, “is my favorite part. I could keep sucking on this forever.”
He bent down again, and his tongue flicked over it once more.
Juliet shuddered, her back arching sharply in surprise.
Then he moved upward, reaching her underarms. His tongue traced over her skin, slow at first, then increasingly insistent, not leaving a single inch untouched.
“Mmmhhh…”
Her body trembled beneath him, her hips shifting involuntarily as she tried to pull away, but the sensation only deepened. The soft touches turned overwhelming—ticklish, intense—until she could barely breathe.
He kept her pinned down, relentless, licking and sucking her skin without pause.
His tongue slipped over her underarms, down to her neck, then to the other side, moving up and down again, as though memorizing every inch of her.
Her body was warm and trembling, shaking beneath him. He moved over her roughly, his touch overwhelming her as he slid down, finding her waist and biting everywhere. Her scent filled every inch of his being, and he was hungrily taking it in. The taste was overwhelming, and he was starving.
His mouth slid down, and his hand grasped her legs and parted them at once.
“Oh…!”
Juliet let out a startled breath, her eyes falling shut, clenching tight. Her hips rose instinctively as his mouth moved over her. One of his hands grasped her hip to keep her arched up to him, while the other steadied her trembling body.
