Page 65 of That One Night in Vegas: A Lesbian Romance

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Cassia’s neck, her skin like fiery satin. She let her nails dig in

there while she guided Cassia with the other hand at her hip,

turning her towards the bed.

“Are you sure?” Adalynn panted.

Cassia clawed at her, unafraid, unashamed, awakened. “Yes.

God…want you…”

Cassia bumped into the bed hard, her calves hitting the

frame. Adalynn kept going, pushing backwards, until they

both went down. She toppled on top of Cassia, kissing her

brutally as her body pinned her to the bed. Cassia’s hips came

up, her hands clawing at her skirt, pushing it up her legs, up

her hips, exposing the lacey black panties she had on beneath.

Adalynn’s hand joined her, tearing at her panties. She tucked

her index finger under the satin, traced the shape of the lace,

the thin band that ran along Cassia’s hip. Her mouth watered

and she ached between her legs, throbbed for attention, but she

would deny herself. She wanted this to be about Cassia’s

pleasure.

“Please,” Cassia begged, arching her hips up again.

Adalynn moved up to straddle Cassia’s waist. She reached

between them while she claimed Cassia’s mouth in a searing

kiss, pushing her tongue inside, stroking, panting, bruising

Cassia’s lips. She palmed Cassia’s sex, smoothing her fingers

over the wet, scalding hot silk while she pressed the palm of

her hand lower. Cassia ground against her, whimpering at the

friction.

Adalynn gave in and gave Cassia what she wanted. She was

too far gone to want to tease, to draw things out. She wanted

Cassia with a fury she had never known. She wanted to taste,

touch, learn the shape of her with her hands, her mouth, her

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