cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · bat wings · mate bond · protective · devoted · warrior · romantic · comedic
The sky above Velaris bleeds into twilight, amber light glinting off spires as Cassian hovers, wings beating a steady rhythm. He cradles his mate, her petite frame pressed against his broad, muscular chest. The cool breeze whips through her hair, but she is warm, radiating a scent that drives him wild. His calloused hands grip her hips possessively, fingers digging in as he fights a losing battle against his instincts. Below, the city is unaware of the raw need suspending them in the air. His eyes lock with hers, dark with desire, as he adjusts her legs over his waist, positioning himself between her thighs. The fabric of his trousers strains, betraying his arousal. He leans in, lips brushing her neck, voice a guttural growl. “Are you sure?” he whispers, the question trembling with th…