Seeing how flushed and exhausted Cassius looked right now, it ignited something feral inside Aqua.
After all, every other time she or anyone else had seen him, he was the picture of effortless perfection.
Handsome, charming, always smiling that gentle, and showing that confident smile that made hearts stutter.
No matter the situation—crisis, flirtation, casual conversation—he carried himself with unshakable poise. Never showing weakness. Never faltering.
But right now?
Right now he was small.
Vulnerable.
Tiny.
Shivering in her arms like a frightened animal, completely at her mercy.
And that sight—that complete reversal turned her on more than anything ever had.
A dark, possessive bloom unfurled in her chest.
She wanted to ravish him.
Pin him down.
Turn him into her personal pet—her sweet, helpless little brother who existed only for her pleasure.
The urge was so strong she involuntarily squirted a stream of liquid from underneath.
But then she really looked at him.
