Cassel — POV
A gentle warmth seemed to awake in a slow caress across my neck, so gentle like a whisper, but sharp enough to send a shiver down my spine.
The feeling came over me so fast and so unexpectedly that my breath hitched in my throat, and a small shiver escaped me.
I involuntarily look down at the point where the heat, softness, and almost burning flame touch my skin.
And there held securely within my arms was the girl.
From my vantage point, I was unable to see any portion of her face, only the crown of her head, as a curtain of silky hair covered everything.
Her light, warm scent drifted upward, incredibly distracting.
My pupils did not contract and darken because of any of that.
It was the sight of Rosalia's lips.
Those soft fever-red lips pressed sensuously against my neck.
She seemed like a furious little cat heading furiously into a corner, striking out hard with her claws at the person holding it.
