Chapter 54

In the dimly lit room, their lips met with a fiery passion that seemed to ignite the very air around them. Thomas's hands roved over Cassandra's body, tracing every curve and contour, before settling possessively on the center of her thighs. His fingers began a delicate dance, rubbing and teasing her most sensitive folds, circling the taut bud that throbbed with anticipation. Cassandra's response was immediate and visceral; she writhed beneath his touch, moans escaping her lips as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her fingers dug into the firm muscles of Thomas's back, clinging to him as if he were the only thing anchoring her to this world.

Her toes curled, and her back arched sharply when Thomas slid a finger inside her. The sensation was a mix of pain and intense pleasure, but the pleasure quickly overtook the pain, spreading through her like wildfire. "G-good," Cassandra stammered, her voice a breathy whisper. "So g-good... m-more, plea