Marrying a Warhound (Cassian) novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88

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The world tilted, and I landed squarely on top of him, my palms braced against his chest. His body was solid beneath mine, heat radiating through his skin even with the thin layer of his shirt between us. My breath caught as his arm curled reflexively around my waist, holding me there.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. His red eyes locked onto mine, the firelight flickering across them, and I realized just how close we were, my face barely inches from his.

My heart hammered so loudly I was sure he could feel it against his chest. His arm stayed firm around my waist, as if letting me go wasn’t an option.

Right then and there, I knew I should have moved, push him away. The thought kept repeating in my head, but my body refused to listen.

But his eyes held me still. That sharp red glow wasn’t just feral, it was magnetic. My breath hitched every time he blinked, every time his gaze dipped from my eyes to my mouth and back again.

“Move,” a part of me screamed. “Get up. Now.”

But I didn’t.

Because in his arms, I wasn’t afraid. I was warm. I was… secure. And that was more terrifying than his strength.

My chest rose and fell too fast, brushing lightly against his. His scent clung to me, a mix of smoke, blood, and something uniquely his. My throat tightened, heat crawling up my neck and into my face.

I couldn’t tell who leaned in first, me or him. It didn’t matter. The space between us vanished in an instant.

Our lips met.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. The first touch was heated, pressing, almost rough. My pulse roared in my ears as my body shivered all the way down my spine.

The kiss deepened before I could think. His grip on my waist pulled me closer, locking me flush against him. My hand, meant to push him away, slid higher on his chest instead, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat under my palm.

I parted my lips without meaning to, and his mouth moved against mine, hungry and unrelenting. It wasn’t a romantic kiss. It was raw, urgent, something that felt stolen, something neither of us had asked for but both of us needed in that moment.

My mind screamed at me to stop, to remember who he was, what he was, but my body betrayed me. I couldn’t pull back. Couldn’t breathe without wanting more.

The fire crackled beside us, but the heat I felt had nothing to do with it.

And before I realized it, Cassian shifted beneath me. In one motion, he rolled, his strength overwhelming mine with ease. The ground came up against my back, cold stone pressing into me, but I barely felt it.

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Chapter 88

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His weight pinned me. One arm slid under my head, cushioning it from the hard floor. The gesture was unexpected, almost jarring. Cassian–gentle? The thought barely had time to register before his mouth was on mine again. This time it was firmer, hungrier.

The sudden loss shocked me. One moment his mouth was on mine, his weight solid, his heat burning into me and the next, it was gone. My lips parted against nothing, my chest rising too fast as I blinked at the ceiling above us.

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