The kiss was a tempest, a storm of longing and raw desire that swept away every doubt, every fear, every lingering question in Rose's mind.
Cassius's lips were firm, possessive, demanding a response she readily gave. Her hands instinctively went to his hair, clutching the silken strands as she moaned into the kiss.
He deepened the kiss, a low groan rumbling in his chest, pulling her impossibly closer until no sliver of space remained between them. His touch was fire, igniting a primal hunger within her, a hunger she hadn't known she possessed until him.
The scent of him – ancient forests, rich earth, and something uniquely feral – fillelean abs, andhe kiss, it was only by an inch, his forehead resting against hers, both of them breathless. His eyes, the colour of the deep, rich forest, burned into hers, hot and unyielding.
"You are mine, Rose," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion, a raw declaration that resonated deep within her very bones.
