Sylvia's POV
When I finally slid into Caesar's car, the tension that had been building inside me all day erupted. I grabbed his face and pulled him into a searing kiss. His response was immediate and primal, his powerful hands gripping my waist as he pulled me closer across the luxury leather console.
"Take me home," I whispered against his lips, my voice husky with need. "Now."
Caesar's eyes darkened to obsidian. Without a word, he started the engine and pulled away from the tribunal building with controlled precision that belied the tension radiating from his powerful frame.
The drive to his penthouse was excruciating. His right hand abandoned the steering wheel to rest possessively on my thigh, his thumb tracing maddening circles against the fabric of my skirt. Every touch
