Exploring the Secret Paths and Life of cassia laine

Rain lashes the window while cassia laine keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in cassia laine, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In cassia laine, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in cassia laine. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that cassia laine records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. cassia laine feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.