Cassandra’s POV
He groaned against my skin, the sound vibrating through me as his hand slid down my stomach, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts.
He paused, his eyes meeting mine, dark and searching. “Tell me to stop,” he said, his voice low and hoarse. “If you don’t want this, tell me now.”
But I couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come. Instead, I arched into him, my body answering for me. His smirk returned, and he slid his hand lower, his fingers brushing against the heat of me through my panties.
“f**k! You’re soaked,” he murmured, his tone filled with pride and hunger. “Is this for him? Or for me?”
I couldn’t answer. My words were stuck in my throat, and I knew that if I made any sound, it would only come out as a squeak.
All I could do was gasp as his fingers tea
