As the Alpha knot deflated, Cassian pulled back, leaving Elian shivering and gasping for air on the ruined mahogany desk. Cold air rushed in to replace the heat of the Prince, and Elian's legs trembled as he slid limply off the edge of the wood, his bare feet hitting the floor.
"Okay," Elian wheezed, his chest heaving as he wiped a sheen of sweat from his forehead. "I need to... I need to find my trousers."
He tried to push himself up, expecting Cassian to be reaching for his own clothes.
Instead, a large hand wrapped around the back of Elian's neck.
Cassian hadn't stepped back. His chest was still heaving, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, and his ice-blue eyes were burning with a wild intensity that hadn't been quenched at all.
"Who said anything about being finished?" Cassian growled.
"Cassian, I'm empty," Elian choked out, his eyes widening.
"Then I'll fill you again."
