Ivan’s POV.
When I reach for Casey, she squeals as I lift her and she giggles as I carry her into her bedroom. I kick the door closed with my foot and kiss her as I walk with her into the bathroom.
We are both practically naked, anyway. I sit her ass on the sink as I work, taking off her bra. We are both caked in blood and grim. I pull back and look at her. She is a vision. Even if the blood has started to dry and crack.
“You have no idea how f*****g hot you look wearing the blood of our enemy.” I say and Casey looks at me with a predatory stare. I smirk at her. My darkness recognises hers. I want to taunt her, I want to push her to lose control. But then I look at her and her breathing is still slightly laboured and I look at the scar on her side, and I remember she is still healing.
