Zolani’s POV
I was humping Cassian’s single finger like it was the only thing keeping me alive.
The restroom door was closed.
The party thumped distantly through the walls, laughter, music, clinking glasses, voices calling names but it all felt miles away.
Here, it was just the marble counter digging into my lower back, my dress rucked up around my waist, panties shoved to the side, and Cassian’s thick middle finger buried deep inside me.
I rode it shamelessly.
Hips rolling in tight, desperate circles.
Breath hitching every time the pad of his finger curled against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.
My hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging through his shirt, trying to anchor myself while my body chased more, faster, harder.
He stood perfectly still.
Letting
