kissing her brutally, her mouth wicked and almost cruel.
Cassia leaned into her in desperation, taking her mouth like
she needed it to live. She was floating, and even though she’d
never been high for real, she felt high on Adalynn’s deliriously
wonderful kisses.
Adalynn’s free palm cupped Cassia’s breast and massaged
her nipple through her shirt. Another white-hot streak of
pleasure rushed through her at the skillful touch. She barely
stopped herself from begging for more. She wanted Adalynn’s
touch, wanted it hard, harder. She wanted her hands on every
inch of her body, burning her mark into her skin so that it was
there all the time. She wanted Adalynn to possess her, to own
her, to show her what could be possible with her own body.
She wanted Adalynn to be the one who unlocked her, who
showed her the deepest, darkest, brightest, most wondrous
pleasure. She burned and vibrated under her touch.
Cassia’s hips jammed frantically into Adalynn’s hand as she
fucked up into her faster.
“More,” Cassia whimpered against Adalynn’s lips.
Adalynn groaned and bit down on Cassia’s lower lip. Cassia
tasted the metal of her own blood before Adalynn lathed her
tongue over the sore spot. She pulled out her finger and this
time, inserted two, carefully stretching Cassia open, filling her
to her knuckles. Cassia nearly screamed. She ate at Adalynn’s
mouth, thrusting her tongue inside and stroking hers, moaning
and humming her pleasure. She was starved. This was what
she needed.
Without warning, Adalynn dropped her hand from Cassia’s
breast and pinched her clit as she thrust up inside of her hard
and fast. Cassia threw back her head against the wall. She