~ JESSE ~
Something was happening, and it made me shake.
Being with Cazz had always been a pleasure, a pure, primal pleasure. And the animal in him was still there, growling approval and seeking me with clawed fingers and bright eyes.
But as Cazz kissed me, and stroked, and let his body play mine like music, he shuddered and murmured and… softened against me.
His kiss was desperate and deep. But his lips gave, rather than took. His touch was skilled and intentional, but at times he stroked with a tenderness I'd never felt from him before.
And as we began to move together, even though I felt him tense more than once, he didn't trap my hands, but let me touch him, grip his back, slide my palms over the firm rounds of muscle, dig nails into his skin and hold on.
But what l
