Chapter 317

"I'm hungry," Tristan murmured. Before Cassandra could react, his lips pressed against hers, swallowing her voice and stealing her breath. She let out a soft, involuntarily sound. The sound was like a feather brushing across Tristan's nerves, setting off a rush of heat that broke through his self-control. Without warning, he lifted Cassandra off the ground and slung her over his shoulder. She lay draped over him, acutely aware of the sheer strength in his movements. Tristan kicked the door to the lounge shut, strode to the bed, and gently set her down. Cassandra felt her back sink into the soft mattress beneath her. She tried to push herself up, but Tristan swiftly pinned her down, his gaze tracing the flush on her cheeks. To him, she looked like a blooming camellia in early spring—radiant and alluring, flourishing in his heart. Cassandra realized what was about to happen. They had always done this at night, in the safety of darkness. Doing this in broad daylight felt a litt