Chapter 152

"...Do as you like."

Viola's eyes went wide, as though she'd surprised even herself with her own words.

The moment she swallowed hard in embarrassment, the last thread holding Cain's reason together snapped, helplessly.

Cain simply collapsed down over her.

At his sudden movement, Viola's lips parted as though to say something in protest, but her words never made it out, swallowed whole by his mouth instead.

Their lips, pressed together in heat, were far softer and sweeter than he'd ever imagined.

How could a person's skin possibly carry a sweetness like this?

He'd finally, at long last, gathered that warmth he'd craved so desperately into his arms, and yet the more he touched her, the more his tender feelings swelled, uncontrollably.

A fierce, dizzying urge reared its head—the desire to keep her locked in his arms like this forever. He wanted to carve himself, and only himself, deep and…