CASSIAN
His mouth was already open, just enough, lips parted in that defiant way he had, like he was daring me to push him further. I could see the pulse jumping in his throat, the way his hands curled into fists on his thighs. He hated this. Hated me. But he was kneeling anyway, and that was the part that mattered.
"Open your mouth."
He did. Slowly. Those green eyes staring up at me like he wanted to burn holes through my skull. I could have taken him right then, could have shoved past those pretty lips and watched him choke on it. But that would've been too easy. Too fast. And I was in the mood to make someone suffer properly.
I ran my thumb across his bottom lip instead. Soft, wet skin. He flinched at the contact, just barely, but I caught it. Felt the way his breathing stuttered. His face flushed, angry red spreading up his neck, across his cheeks. Beautiful.
