this again. Six months, plus the unbearable, interminable week
she’d spent in the room just down the hall from Adalynn was a
long time.
She ravaged her lips, wanting to entice Adalynn into laying
her claim. Her teeth scraped over Adalynn’s lower lip, and she
moaned, breathy and perfectly. Cassia dropped her face,
kissing a path over Adalynn’s jawline, down to her neck. She
wanted to sink her teeth there, to mark her as hers, but instead
she settled for a taste. Adalynn was roses and jasmine, the sun
from earlier, and the slight salt of her sweat because it had
been hot out and she hadn’t showered yet. It was such a fierce
turn-on that Cassia felt her legs quiver in response.
Adalynn suddenly took charge. Cassia knew she must have
gotten her message across as Adalynn’s hands bracketed
Cassia’s waist and propelled her back. Cassia sucked in a
breath as she hit the wall. Hard. The breath flew out her lungs
as her spine connected with the space by the far wall of
cabinets. Adalynn’s hands never left her waist. She pinned her
in place, then used her knee to wedge Cassia’s legs apart.
Cassia gasped again. She’d never done much with anyone
before, but she’d always had a secret yearning to be with
someone who could guide her. Not just for her first time, but
every single time. She wanted someone to dominate her, to
care about her passion and pleasure, someone who wasn’t
afraid to demand what her body was willing to give. She
wasn’t into the whole BDSM scene. She didn’t want to be
bound up in leather and whipped or anything. Though maybe
that was not really what that was about. She knew almost
nothing about it, and she keenly felt her ignorance. She just
knew what she wanted in the very core of her, and she knew