Chapter 47

Calla's breath hitched as he caught her arms pushing her to bed before hovering over her. His fingers trailed lower, slipping beneath her dress skirt.

Her eyes widened in alarm. "Cassian, wait, you can't " He leaned down until his lips brushed on her soft, already-marked neck. "What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t take care of my wife?" Calla gasped, pushing against his chest, but he didn’t