The instant that the door came to a close, Luci was in August's possessive grasp. His fingers began to flow with the natural cascade of her hair until descending to her hips and walking her back against the door with an aggressive thud. Their lips did not pull apart for a second during this moment as they rekindled the passion born the night prior.
The first few kisses were drawn out and tender, similar to that of a long awaited buss that mirrored that of their first kiss. But as they returned to the familiar carnal pull quickly developing within them both, their lips became hungry for the other's and their fingers showed ownership.
For Luci, her fingers took hold of the collar of his dress shirt as his touch grew less kind and acted inappropriate to be coming from a supposed gentleman.
