Hermi had never known how soft Cassian's hair was until this evening. It was the only part of him that felt that way. The rest of him was all hard bone and muscle, but the hair fell in fiery layers down his forehead, tapering against the sharp line of his cheekbone.
On their wedding night, she had been too rigid to touch him. She had not even wrapped her arms over the wide span of his shoulders while he was inside her, let alone dared to run her fingers through his hair. But the performance today required more passion than that forgettable night.
With a slow and deliberate motion, her fingers drifted away from the rough skin of his cheekbones. She slid them upward, burying them deep in the red waves until she anchored her grip against his scalp. She pulled with the firm strength of a woman possessed by her husband's touch.
Cassian seemed struck by the daring move. His lips faltered against hers for a fraction of a second, breaking the rhythm of his kiss.
