CHAPTER 18
Savannah
I blink back tears at the sensation of his long, deep stroke. I shake my head, murmuring, “Ohhhh, you drive me crazy, Mr. Dane.” I brace my hands against the wall. Our lips entwine together.
“Say my name again,” he demands, as he ruthlessly pounds my p***y.
I draw a sharp breath clenching his shoulders, before replying, “No.” His breaths are shallow, his lips brush my ear, raising goosebumps across my skin in their wake.
His mouth twists into a smirk. “You are mine, Savannah. Do I make myself clear?” Cassian expresses, pulling away abruptly, sliding just the tip inside, teasing me. I wrap a hand around his throat, gently squeezing as his strokes pick up. He grunts, focuses on watching our bodies inclined together before running a thumb across my dark pebbled n***
