Cassel — POV
I felt the air growing hotter around us... thick, almost suffocating, like the world itself was holding its breath.
Every inch of my body screamed.
Not in pain.
Not in fear.
It was telling me to stop.
To slow down.
To breathe before I drowned in the storm I had created inside myself.
But I couldn't.
I was far too excited… far too overwhelmed.
The heat in my chest hadn't faded since earlier—since that brief, intoxicating moment between Rosalia and me.
Her touch still clung to my skin like a memory etched into my nerves, and the faint trace of her scent hovered at the edge of every breath I took.
I could still feel the softness of her fingers brushing my cheek.
I could still feel the warmth of her breath near my neck.
I could still remember the way she trembled faintly in my arms, fragile and precious in a way that made something primal inside me stir.
I could still feel her teeth on my skin...
