His hand dipped below her waistband, thumb trailing her stomach, palm flat against her, fingers searching, until one found the spot it wanted and proceeded to lavish her there.

It was more than teasing… consent had never been allowed to be an issue for himself in Cassian's sex life work, and he wanted to make sure it was always clear between him and Jyn. But now that she'd given it…

His fingertip, rough and calloused from years of triggers, was like water upon her, smooth and continuous. His soft lips, rough cheek, and barest hint of teeth worked on her neck.