Cassandra's thighs trembled against my sides, her hips twitching uncontrollably as my fingers traced slow, deliberate circles through her slick warmth.
Her stormy grey eyes were completely unfocused, glazed over with a dark, suffocating haze of pleasure that made her look entirely vulnerable.
"Jin... please..." she rasped, her voice a broken, raspy murmur that sounded nothing like the formidable Vanguard Commander.
I slid my body down the dark mattress, my chest dragging over her stomach until I was positioned between her parted, trembling legs.
Cassandra's breath hitched sharply, her fingers digging desperately into the dark silk sheets as she felt my hot breath brush directly against her bare, throbbing core.
For all her ruthless dominance and possessive swagger, the subtle, high-pitched tremor in her chest betrayed the truth... she had never let anyone touch her like this before.
