Aria set her wine glass down with a soft clink. Her gaze never left Cassian's bold, burning, unwavering.
Then she moved.
Slow, deliberate steps across the room. Cassian didn't ask. Didn't move. He just watched her — like a man watching lightning come closer.
Aria climbed onto the couch, straddling his lap with ease, her robe falling open just enough to hint at bare skin beneath. Her hands braced against his shoulders, and her mouth hovered over his.
"Still not tired?" she whispered, her voice like silk dragged over fire.
Cassian exhaled through his nose, his hands gripping her waist.
"Not even close."
She kissed him. Hard. Deep. Like memory and madness, all at once. He groaned low in his chest a sound she felt more than heard and kissed her back with a hunger that bordered on feral.
