Page 130 of King of Sin
"Hmm..."
She swirled the amber liquid gently inside the glass, watching it catch the golden light before taking a careful sip.
“I think there’s whiskey in it,” she said after a moment, letting the taste settle as she tried to pick it apart. “And… orange peel.”
She took another small sip, her expression turning more certain.
“A bit of honeyed sweetness too. And something sour—like lemon.”
Cassian watched her with quiet amusement, his gaze resting on her as though her focus on something so small was oddly entertaining.
When she finished analyzing it, Juliet extended the glass toward him.
“Do you want to try it?”
Instead of immediately taking the drink, Cassian looked at her for a long moment.
Then his hand reached forward.
Rather than taking the glass, his fingers closed gently around her wrist where she held it.
"Another sip."
Juliet blinked in surprise.
"What?"
"Take another sip."
There was something in his voice that made her obey without thinking.
Lifting the glass again, she took another sip of the cocktail, the sweet, fruity taste lingering on her tongue.
The moment she lowered the glass, Cassian stepped closer.
Juliet's breath caught without permission as she instinctively looked up at him, only to find his gaze already fixed on her lips.
Her heartbeat stuttered.
Cassian didn't take the glass from her.
Instead, his hand slid from her wrist to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling gently in her hair as he tilted her face toward him.
The distance between them vanished.
His lips claimed hers in a kiss that stole the air from her lungs.
He deepened the kiss, coaxing her lips apart with teasing patience, tasting the lingering sweetness of the cocktail directly from her mouth. The faint flavor of honey and lemon mingled with the taste that was uniquely Juliet/
One of Juliet's hands instinctively clutched the front of his jacket.
Cassian drew her closer, his thumb brushing softly along her jaw as he continued kissing her, unhurried and thorough, as though he had all the time in the world.
When he finally pulled away, his dark eyes remained fixed on her flushed face.
“It tastes better like this,” he murmured.
Juliet quickly looked away and brought the glass to her lips again, pretending to be far more interested in the cocktail than the man standing beside her.
