Cassandra’s POV
Axel’s fingers dug into my thighs as he lifted me, pinning me hard against the wall. The bricks pressed rough against my back, but I barely noticed. I could feel him—his heat, his strength, the way his c**k pushed against me in a teasing manner.
“f**k, Cass,” he muttered, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re so f*****g ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, the word tumbling out before I could think. My nails scraped his shoulders through his shirt. “I need you. Don’t make me wait.”
His mouth crashed onto mine, messy and consuming, tongues clashing as I fumbled with his belt. Every time I got a piece of it undone, his hips would grind against me, making my fingers slip. His c**k pressed harder over my p***y and the friction made me whimper.
“You’re impatie
