|Casmira's POV|
I don't answer, too afraid of what the answer might mean. Instead, I pull him back down for another kiss, losing myself in him because, for once, I don't want to think. I just want to feel.
He doesn't relent, not even when my lips grow swollen and my breaths come out in ragged gasps. His hands grip my wrists, pinning them above my head, and the dominance in his gaze makes my stomach twist with need.
"Do you always have to be in control?" he whispers against my mouth, his tone deceptively soft.
I glare at him, not willing to let him see how easily he unravels me. "Someone has to be," I snap back, my voice sharper than intended.
His lips curl into a wicked smirk, and before I can comprehend his intent, he releases my wrists and pulls back, leaving me panting and aching
