Novel & Cerita Gregory X Cassie Kiss

“Angry at Mason. Angry at Camilla. Angry at anyone who tried to erase you. But not at you. Never at you.” Her hands trembled as she reached for me, and I let her, though every touch sent a jolt through me, a reminder that intimacy would not come easy, that my body and mind were still reconciling the reality of what she had endured. Her fingers brushed mine, tentative, searching for a lifeline, and I gave her mine in return. Not fully, not yet, but enough to remind her she was not alone. “Then… then kiss me,” she whispered, voice fragile but insistent. “For every bruise… every scar… every moment you couldn’t protect me.”

“I want you.” “Both of us?” Cassian’s voice was a growl now, dark and vibrating in his chest. I nodded. “Yes.” In an instant, his mouth crashed against mine—brutal, claiming, hungry. His kiss tasted like sin and fire, his tongue sweeping into me like he already owned every sound I’d ever made. I moaned into him, hips arching, but before I could fall entirely, Xanden turned my face and kissed me too. Gentle at first.

"I did give you everything." "No," Katerina said. She moved with precision and fury and heartbreak. "I gave myself to you. And I'm taking it back." She landed a devastating blow. Dimitri went down to one knee. He looked up at her and laughed. Actually laughed. "You still don't understand. You can never escape me. I'm in your bones. I'm in every breath. I own you." "You did," Katerina said. Her voice was hollow. Final. "But she doesn't. And that's enough."

I try. They both understood that was not a yes, but Elena didn't sound like she was about to give her a lecture to sleep. "I called to apologize to you, Cassie. What Gregory said yesterday was not a nice thing to say to anyone. What happened on that highway was not your fault and the suggestion that you would deliberately harm someone you love is the kind of thing Gregory says when he is frightened and has no better ways to go about it than cruelty and I am deeply sorry you had to be a victim of it.” Cassie opened her mouth and closed it again.

I felt like a schoolgirl alone with her crush for the first time, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. “I have wanted to do this all night,” Jack whispered, reaching his hand to my chin. He gently guided me to his lips. Fireworks exploded in my brain and I swear a brass band was playing a happy song as he kissed me. I pressed up against him, feeling his strong body mold into mine. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me in closer as his tongue quested for mine. I could have stood there kissing him for the rest of the evening, but the phone began to ring again. Jack ignored it for a moment, but when the shrill sound refused to stop, he released me. His kisses left me breathless, dizzy and cra

Cassie didn't speak—just nodded, like she already knew where this was heading. "I confronted him about my dad and Damian... I overheard something suspicious earlier. But then... it turned into something else." I glanced at her. "We kissed. Hard. I don't even know how we got to the couch." "Oh my God." She blinked. "Wait, so you almost—?" "Yeah." I nodded slowly. "Clothes halfway off. His hands... God, Cassie, it was like he lit a match and dropped it into my bloodstream. I missed him. I hated that I missed him so much."

Cassie blinked, leaning slightly to the side for a clearer view. Misty. Her mouth went dry. Misty’s hand curled into the shirt of the man in front of her, and then, without hesitation—she kissed him. Full, deliberate. Cassie’s breath caught, but what made her stomach twist was who the man was. Not a stranger. Not some fling. Trent’s best friend, Tony. The dress slipped from Cassie’s fingers, pooling at her feet.

I felt him twitch as he rode out our high. He finally broke the kiss for some air. "I thought our first time after so long would be in bed and romantic." He said with a smile. "I loved it this way much better." I gave him a quick kiss as he pulled out of me. "Our food should be cold." I giggled as I pulled my clothes on. "I will heat you a plate. And you better have enough energy because this woman wants her pony ride till she is sore." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ We were like teenagers who had just fallen in love. We would be caught kissing when I was saying bye to him in the morning. Poor Maria found us so many times about to rip each other's clothes off, I swear we might give her a heart attack.

I glanced back toward Edmond’s ruined path of destruction—“is on him. For betraying your trust. For using you.” His arms loosened slightly, and then he bent down, catching my lips in a kiss. It wasn’t soft. It was everything. Fierce, unfiltered, a collision of relief and desperation. The kind of kiss that makes the world fade. That says I almost lost you without needing to speak it. When we finally broke apart, breathless, a familiar voice cut in. “Well, damn, Adasha—how’d you pull that off?” We turned to find Gregory grinning, bruised and barefoot, looking equal parts exhausted and impressed.