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 distant spires. Cassian hovers there, the steady beat of his vast wings holding them aloft. He cradles his mate, her smaller frame pressed flush against the hard expanse of his chest. The cool evening breeze tangles through her hair, but the heat of her body, the intoxicating scent of her skin, drives him toward madness. His calloused hands grip her hips possessively, fingers digging in as he wages a silent, losing war against his primal instincts. Far below, the city glitters, oblivious to the raw need suspending them in the air. His dark eyes lock with hers, blazing with unrestrained desire. With a low growl, he adjusts her, lifting her legs over his waist, positioning himself between her thighs. The fabric of his trou…