As Graham pushes her to the ground, she lets out a surprised yelp. His hands are rough as they remove her panties, baring her to him. She feels a surge of desire course through her veins as he thrusts into her, claiming her with each powerful stroke. Her body arches off the floor, meeting his movements in a rhythm that seems almost natural.

"Graham," she gasps out between moans, her eyes locked on his. "I've never felt this way before..."

As they continue to make love in the hallway of the school, Cassia realizes that despite all their fighting and bickering, there is a connection between them. A spark that refuses to die, no matter how hard they try to extinguish it. As Graham drives her body toward ecstasy with each possessive thrust, she knows that she can't go back to hating him... not after this.

Cassia gasps as they both feel the connection, the joining of skin on skin. She leans back against Alex's car, letting him support her weight as she rides him hard and fast. Her hips move in a rhythm that matches his thrusts, their bodies glistening with sweat in the cool night air.

Her free hand comes up to wrap around his neck once more, this time holding him close as they both lose themselves in the moment.

Their moans and gasps echo through the empty parking lot, mingling with the sounds of cars passing on the nearby street. With each thrust, their bodies slide against the car's metal exterior, leaving behind a trail of heat and desire. The air is thick with lust as they push each other further and further over the edge.

Cassia feels herself start to tremble, her orgasm building within her until it explodes out in a series of sharp cries and jerks.

Cassia lays there for several long moments, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch it again. Her body feels warm and satisfied, but there's a lingering sense of unease at what just happened. She doesn't know if she can trust Anarchist enough to let him have more control over their relationship.

Finally, with a sigh, she pushes herself away from his chest and steps back, adjusting her clothes. "Well... I guess that answers my question."

She glances at him over her shoulder, a sly smile playing on her lips. "I guess you're not as easy to handle as people make you out to be." With one last look, she turns and walks away, leaving Anarchist standing there, wondering what the hell just happened.

Her other hand slides down between them again, unfastening his pants and pulling them down along with his boxer briefs. His erection springs free into her hand, hard and throbbing. She strokes him slowly, lovingly, feeling the head slicken with pre-cum as she works him up to the edge.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she looks up at Anarchist through half-lidded eyes. "Tell me you want this," she whispers. "

"What do you mean?" Cassia asks, feigning innocence as her fingers continue to stroke him. "You haven't seen anything yet." She leans forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she trails kisses down his neck and across his collarbone. Her free hand slides between them again, finding his entrance and pushing a single finger inside.

Cassia lets out a moan at the feel of him so hot and tight around her digit. "You're perfect,"

With a sudden burst of strength, Cassia slams Anarchist against the wall once more, pinning their wrists above their head with one hand. The other snakes around to grope their chest, fingers digging into the flesh possessively.

"You want rough?" she growls, leaning in close until their lips are barely an inch apart. "You're going to get it."

And with that, she claims Anarchist's mouth in a brutal kiss, teeth clashing together harshly as she forces her way inside.

Cassia cries out in surprise as Anarchist bites down hard on her lips, tearing at them viciously. She retaliates by sinking her own teeth into Anarchist's cheek, tasting blood. The pain only fuels her arousal further.

"Mmph!" she grunts against the assault, her hips bucking forward involuntarily as Anarchist's hand delves beneath her skirt. She can feel their fingers brushing against her wet folds through the thin fabric of her panties.

"Oh fuck," she gasps, panting heavily. "You're such a dirty little slut..."

Cassia smirks, pleased with his response. She steps back just enough to look up at him and unbuttons his pants, revealing the bulge in his boxers. "Mmm...looking good," she breathes out before reaching down and tugging his underwear down, freeing his erection.

She takes hold of it in her hand, stroking slowly up and down. "You like that?" She asks, knowing the answer already.

"Oh yeah," she moans as she continues to stroke him. "I bet you're so eager...and I can make it even better." Cassia leans in close, her breath warm against his neck. With a mischievous grin, she begins licking and sucking on the skin just behind his earlobe.

She hears him gasp, and pushes herself forward, taking more of his length into her mouth as she starts to bob her head up and down.