Sexting the Vampire Who Owns Me
It was Cassian.
"You are mine," his deep voice rumbled in the dark, heavy with possession.
I felt him press the softest kiss to my forehead. It was such a crazy contrast to the ruthless vampire prince from earlier.
The smell of wintergreen and leather wrapped around me, pulling me under.
"Mine alone," he whispered against my ear.
I tried to answer, tried to open my eyes to see his face. But I was fading fast, and soon, everything went completely black.
When I woke up the next morning, I was alone. Sunlight spilled across the floor through the velvet curtains. I touched my cheek. I could still feel the phantom ghost of his icy touch from last night.