Cassandra’s POV
I pulled back with a wet pop, his c**k slipping from my lips, shiny and slick with my spit. Axel’s chest heaved, his abs flexing with each strained breath. He looked down at me like I’d just yanked the air from his lungs, his c**k throbbing, dripping, twitching with frustration.
“Cassandra,” he growled, his voice thick, ragged, and so damn needy it sent a shiver down my spine.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, tilting my head as I stood slowly, making sure every inch of my body brushed against him on the way up. His jaw clenched, and his hands twitched at his sides like he was seconds away from grabbing me.
“Not so fun being teased, is it?” I asked, smirking as I ran my fingers lightly down his chest, stopping just above the hard muscles of his stomach.
