Zolani’s POV
“How far can a good girl go?” Cassian asked, voice low and velvet-wrapped steel, each word dragging over my skin.
His hand moved slowly and deliberately, fingers sliding up my throat until his palm settled around the column of my neck.
He wasn't squeezing or choking. Just holding, and possessing. The heat of his skin seared me through the thin silk of the dress, thumb resting right over my racing pulse. He could feel it, every frantic beat, every stutter of breath I tried to hide.
His eyes were still full crimson, it was like his wolf was staring out at me like I was prey and salvation in the same breath. The dashboard lights cast red shadows across his face, making the silver in his stubble gleam like frost, making the scar on his jaw look sharper, and more lethal.
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