Chapter 7. Julian and Max

Cassandra’s POV

I woke up with him nearly on top of me, his nose in the crook of my neck, his hands stroking my naked body everywhere. His touch started an intense throbbing down there and I felt soaking wet already. I didn’t know how I could turn into such a needy woman, my desire-fogged brain only craving for his touch. He didn’t disappoint as he seemed to read my mind like an open book. His hand yanked the T-shirt out of me, leaving me exposed to his desire-filled gaze.

“You’re gorgeous, baby,” he whispered as his hungry mouth hungrily claimed my lips, devouring me like I was his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He supported his weight on one elbow while caressing my body, my breasts. His fingers trailed to my dripping wet folds till I arched into him. I surrendered myself to the fire burning in the pit of my stomach. My hands explored his upper body, his abs, and his well-defined pectoral muscles. However, to my utter embarrassment, he caught hold of my hand and placed