Chapter 291: Her Scent in my Veins
Sebastian~
I never thought I’d get to wake up to the sight of her like this – tangled in my sheets, hair splayed across my chest, breathing softly against my collarbone. For centuries, I’d woken up alone, darkness pressed against my mind, my undead heart beating only out of stubborn defiance. But it was different nowadays.
Today, I woke up alive.
Cassandra’s arm was draped across my stomach, her leg thrown possessively over mine. The early dawn light filtered through the curtains, illuminating her pale lashes and the faint pink scar on her brow. I brushed my thumb against it gently. Her nose scrunched, and a small huff of annoyance left her lips.
"Stop staring at me like that," she mumbled without opening her eyes.
I chuckled, the sound rumbling through my chest and vibrating against her cheek. "Like what, darling?"
"Like you’re trying to paint me with your eyes. Go back to sleep." She tightened her hold around me, her nails grazing my side. And I liked every moment of it.
"Can’t help it," I whispered, bending to kiss her temple. Her hair smelled of vanilla and burnt embers, a scent that wrapped around my senses and made my fangs ache. "I like watching my mate sleep. It makes me feel... peaceful."
At that, her eyes opened. Her dark pupils pinned me with an intensity that made my dead heart stutter. "Sebastian Lawrence, you are an idiot."
"Guilty," I said with a grin, then rolled over so she lay beneath me. She let out a squeak of protest before her eyes widened at the sight of my grin. I bent low, nipping her bottom lip playfully. "But I’m your idiot."
"Don’t remind me," she breathed, but her hands found my face, cupping it with a tenderness that could shatter me if I let it. "You’re too... much sometimes. Too charming. Too stubborn."
"And too handsome?" I teased, flicking my hair back dramatically. She burst out laughing, her voice echoing through the quiet room, filling it with life.