Cassia’s neck, her skin like fiery satin. She let her nails dig in
there while she guided Cassia with the other hand at her hip,
turning her towards the bed.
“Are you sure?” Adalynn panted.
Cassia clawed at her, unafraid, unashamed, awakened. “Yes.
God…want you…”
Cassia bumped into the bed hard, her calves hitting the
frame. Adalynn kept going, pushing backwards, until they
both went down. She toppled on top of Cassia, kissing her
brutally as her body pinned her to the bed. Cassia’s hips came
up, her hands clawing at her skirt, pushing it up her legs, up
her hips, exposing the lacey black panties she had on beneath.
Adalynn’s hand joined her, tearing at her panties. She tucked
her index finger under the satin, traced the shape of the lace,
the thin band that ran along Cassia’s hip. Her mouth watered
and she ached between her legs, throbbed for attention, but she
would deny herself. She wanted this to be about Cassia’s
pleasure.
“Please,” Cassia begged, arching her hips up again.
Adalynn moved up to straddle Cassia’s waist. She reached
between them while she claimed Cassia’s mouth in a searing
kiss, pushing her tongue inside, stroking, panting, bruising
Cassia’s lips. She palmed Cassia’s sex, smoothing her fingers
over the wet, scalding hot silk while she pressed the palm of
her hand lower. Cassia ground against her, whimpering at the
friction.
Adalynn gave in and gave Cassia what she wanted. She was
too far gone to want to tease, to draw things out. She wanted
Cassia with a fury she had never known. She wanted to taste,
touch, learn the shape of her with her hands, her mouth, her