Lucian was the reason that they got into the room in one piece. Edgar's knees had buckled at one point at the soft, needy way that Cass had gripped onto his shoulders like a damn viper, and shifted. He had somehow pulled his whole body up, making sure he had a good grip so that he could suckle and nip at Edgar's throat.
Edgar had to fight for reason.
His breathing was harsh, and Lucian was no help. He seemed to be getting joy from the way that Edgar was suffering, and it was Lucian who sent Sam away as soon as they were upstairs. He spoke to him at the front door, motioning for Edgar to take Cass inside and 'get started'.
Edgar felt like he was a little out of his depths.
Yes, he had been there for the second time, and knew the sweet taste of Cass. It still lingered on his tongue, had haunted him all throughout the ball. That didn't mean he was confident in handling Cass when he was…like this.
