Zolani’s POV
My whole body was vibrating with need, raw, electric, and so damn overwhelming. This wasn’t like the dreams.
The dreams had been hazy, safe, distant fantasies I could wake up from and shove into the back of my mind.
This was real. Hot and heavy. Cassian Blackthorne was right here in my room, door probably locked, body pressed against mine, kissing me like he’d been starving for it longer than I had.
His mouth moved over mine, slower at first, then deeper, and hungrier, his tongue stroking mine in long, filthy sweeps that made my knees buckle.
I clutched his shoulders, nails digging in through his shirt and trying to hold on as the world narrowed to the heat of his lips, the scrape of his stubble, and the low growl rumbling in his chest every time I moaned into his mouth
