In one fluid motion, Cassian lifted Cixi and turned her, carefully slamming her against the sofa. His movement was lightning-fast yet remarkably gentle, pressing her back down against the plush cushions of the sofa while he settled his heavy, muscular frame over her. His eyes fell upon her parted pink lips, and dark hunger burned in his gaze as he lowered his head, closing the distance between them until their breaths mingled against each other's skin.
A sudden, sharp knock struck the wooden door of the suite, causing Cassian to pause. His lips were a fraction of an inch from her mouth when he muttered a curse that rolled off his tongue. He tilted his head toward the tall windows, observing the pitch-black sky beyond the glass, and arched a single, irritated brow.
"Who dares to wander around at this devilish hour?" he grumbled.
He shifted his focus back to Cixi, giving a subtle nod of his chin toward the entryway to signal that she should ask who was disturbing them.
