CASSIAN
I had Cyan beneath me, our mouths fused in a kiss that was all desperation and teeth, no tenderness, just the frantic need to feel something... anything... that wasn't the hollow echo of Noah's voice in my head.
Pathetic. Heartless. Manipulative. The words looped like a broken record, slicing deeper every time they replayed. I kissed Cyan harder, as if I could drown them out with the taste of him on my tongue.
He arched into me, hands roaming my back, fingers digging in just enough to ground me. I broke the kiss to drag my mouth down his throat, biting the tendon there... hard enough to leave a bruise, soft enough not to draw blood. Cyan hissed, hips rolling up, cock already straining against his pants. "Fuck, Cassie," he breathed, voice rough with want.
