“Do you think you can fool me,” Cassandra purred in his ear as she continued to rub her body against his.
Beast continued to curse his body’s reaction. He hated the way his cock strained painfully against the fly of his jeans. When Cassandra’s hand traveled down the front of his body, dipping into his jeans and taking hold of his hardened cock, he growled low in the back of his throat.
This is for her… he reminded himself as the urge to toss Cassandra off and race to the nearest shower consumed him.
“You think I don’t know. Hmmm.” She nipped his ear as her hand traveled up the length of his cock. He groaned, his will to fight against her rapidly fading as the desire to bend her to his every will shot through him. “About the secrets, you’ve been keeping.” She freed him from his jeans.