Sightless Surrender

Carmela

I lay tangled in the ivory sheets, my breathing still ragged from the last one. I had lost count of the hours, or the number of times Cassian had taken me tonight, first in the shadowed corners of the club, and then again the moment we had stumbled through the bedroom door. But as I shifted my hips, testing the soreness, I knew Cassian was far from finished.

The mattress dipped beside me.