Cassian grabbed her cheeks with both hands and tilted her head back to engage her more deeply.
She should have gotten used to guiding him but this time, the act felt more dangerous.
Perhaps, it was because they were doing it at night or her horror had already subsided.
After all, the two of them were in this particular situation.
Also, Yernia wasn’t able to guide him for a week.
Cassian’s condition could have driven them to the point of exhaustion.
There must have been days when Cassian had only taken inhibitors but since Yernia’s guiding had been halted for a week, the situation might have worsened.
Despite that, Cassian’s approach felt too gentle that it was almost an illusion.
He couldn’t seem to wait for her guidance but it also felt like he was waiting for that secret contact where they could feel each other fully and share each other’s breath.
It didn’t feel like he wanted any guidance tonight because Cassian looked like he really wanted to kiss her instead.
At least, that’s what Yernia thought.
“Yes.”
Cassian’s tongue slid between her parted lips and slow danced against her tongue, tickling the inside of her mouth and infusing fire through her veins.
When the hand holding Yernia’s cheek slid down to her neck, their bodies, which were facing each other, slowly tilted to one side.
His moist lips washed against hers before he bit her hard.
After the short kiss, Cassian withdrew.
Yernia appeared like she had fallen asleep as she lay in bed next to Cassian.
Since their faces were hairbreadths away, Cassian’s lips brushed against hers each time he spoke. “Does it feel good, Yernia?”
To Yernia, the kiss felt really different than usual.
Obviously, the intimate contact was gentle and soft, but somehow, she kept running out of breath and her legs would tremble.
Despite clearly recognizing the circumstances, Yernia pretended not to know. “Yes… Please do more….”
She hadn’t drunk any alcohol but it felt like she really did.
Her confused brain was trapped in a sensual fog that she wondered if the kiss had melted away all reason.
Yernia preferred not to think about it too much and just followed her heart’s desire.
“Say it again.”
Cassian crashed his lips against hers before putting enough distance between them to encourage her to talk.
His eyes grew darker as he regarded her lips, which were redder than usual due to the kiss a minute ago. His Adam’s apple also bobbed up and down.
“I can’t say it twice.”
“Do you like kissing me?”
As she looked into his eyes in contemplation, Yernia nodded after a while.
What’s the point of having to repeat it if he heard it the first time?
Yernia was craving for more kisses and caresses rather than having to answer his questions.
She must have gone insane for thinking they were wasting time for not doing any of those.
Anyway, why was she considering this as a kiss instead of just guidance?