'I'm… I'm actually moving…' Ravees realized, her hips rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm. 'What am I doing… this is so… vulgar…'
Her heart pounded faster with every motion, shame creeping in as the thought hit her—what if Katherine saw her like this?
That thought made her glance back—and she froze.
Her reflection stared at her from the dressing table mirror.
She looked worse than she'd imagined.
Squatted low, legs spread far too wide, leaving nothing hidden. There was no doubt—Cassian could see everything. And even as that realization settled in, she didn't stop. Her body kept moving, hips lifting and dropping in a crude, shameless rhythm.
It looked… wrong.
Like she'd lost all restraint. No control, no dignity—just raw need. Like some wild animal, moving without thought, caring about nothing except the pleasure driving it.
