CASSIAN
I'd fucking stayed away for one month.
I'd avoided her for one month!
And what?
Nothing changed!
I didn't hate her. Couldn't hate her. I didn't forget her smell or her taste!
Christ!
Give a man a bit of the clouds and he'd fucking want the entire heaven.
Darn it!
She tasted like heaven and hell mixed together, with slices of darkness in-between that fit perfectly with all of me.
Ayla fucking-stormy-hazel Thorne was fire, and I'd forgotten even little flames could burn—just like she'd burned desires straight into my cock the moment she'd reached for my chest and caught that little dot between two fingers.
I shouldn't have allowed things to get to that point.
Shouldn't have. And would I allow something like that happen again? Fucking yes.
Because that woman undid me.
A little temptation—and—
But I'd never allowed my whores to touch me except when they had their tongue on my dick. Even then, their hands only stayed on my knees.
But Ayla wasn't one of my whores.
