Cardan watched as you tiredly slumped against the door as you came in, crossing the room. He wasn't in bed last night with you, but he was here now. That's what mattered. His hand slid into yours, his lips over yours. He held you by your hips, lifting you up until he felt you freeze and instantly stopped to let you down.

"We need not-" He begins, feeling just the bit bad that he drove you to do something that you might not have wanted. But to his surprise, you told him to wait and fled to the bathroom.

He stood by the bed as he watched you come out of the bathroom, looking astonished by the lack of clothing on your end.

"Come here." Cardan's voice was rough as his eyes never dared to leave. Damn him if he wasn't going to worship you tonight.

He joins you on the floor on top of you almost like a cage. Cardan's lips presses against your wrist. "Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined there at Hollow Hall in your room, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips."

His black eyes gleamed with desire. "By you, I am forever undone."