Cassandra Kane
Desmond's fingers still hovered lightly against Cassandra's skin, the touch sending electric shivers down her spine. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, with a tension that neither of them had been able to ignore. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, the unrelenting pull of his presence as he stood just behind her, his breath hot against her neck. She knew that at this moment, she should have turned away. She should have stepped back and forced herself to process everything—the truth of him being a werewolf, the reality of their bond, the uncertainty that simmered just beneath the surface.
But she couldn’t.
The way his fingers brushed over her skin, how close they were, how her body had practically ignited with need... there was no escaping it. He
