Sexting the Vampire Who Owns Me
I reached out and gently traced the dark ink.
It seemed to writhe under my touch, like it was alive.
Right then, Cassian opened his eyes.
Those ancient silver eyes were instantly sharp and dangerous, gleaming with a wicked, heart-racing intent.
He flipped us over, pinning me to the mattress, his morning hardness pressing flush against me all over again.
He tilted my chin up, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.
"I remember someone making a vow online," he murmured in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "You said you wanted to touch this mark until I made you scream. You sounded so beautiful crying last night... but I don't think it was enough."