Cassiopeia obeyed before the final syllable had even finished echoing through the cabin air.
She unfolded from her kneel with liquid, feline grace, palms planting flat against the thick carpet as her knees sank deep into the plush pile between his booted feet.
Her ebony hair spilled forward like a midnight waterfall, curtaining her face as she settled onto all fours, offering herself like a living sacrifice laid bare upon an altar of desire and surrender.
"Now." His voice was velvet-wrapped steel—low, rough at the edges, laced with a darker promise that made heat coil low in her belly.
"Hands and knees stay exactly where they are. I want that soft belly draped right across my lap. Here."
He patted his thighs twice—sharp, authoritative taps that sent a visible shiver racing up her spine and tightened her nipples into aching, desperate peaks beneath the soft wool of her sweater.
Her dark eyes flew wide, pupils blown black with raw hunger.
