She felt every emotion and every touch, even in her ghostly form. He was ravishing her lips like there was no tomorrow, making her feel lose her sanity. Why did it feel like he wasn't afraid of death at all?
His fingers loosened in her hair. His hand slid from the nape of her neck, trailing down her throat, his bloodied fingertips leaving a smear of red along her translucent skin.
His hand fell to the concrete beside him.
When Cixi opened her eyes, Cassian was looking at her. His dark eye was half-lidded and dimming; it held something she had never seen in them before. Something that looked like the last light in a window before someone turns it off.
His lips curved. "Not bad, Sweetheart," he whispered, "For a first kiss."
She felt every emotion and every touch, even in her ghostly form. He was ravishing her lips like there was no tomorrow, making her feel lose her sanity. Why did it feel like he wasn't afraid of death at all?
