This kiss had encompassed the passion that built in their time apart. Both Serena and Paolo found it impossible to pull away from each other. As his fingers descended the curves of her hips and rose back to her cheeks, her nails dug lightly into the fabric covering his back, as they remained together in a fervent private display of a shared carnal appetite expressed through thorough French kisses. This continued until Paolo was pulled further against Serena by the grip she had on his back and his digits dove to her waist. She tensed immediately to his touch, forcing him to remember her fragile state.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”
“I’ll be fine…” She informed him as she took him by the hand and led him to the room across from the one she had been kept in for the last two weeks. The stag
