The room seemed to disappear. The only thing that mattered was the feeling of his lips on mine, the warmth of his skin, the sound of his breath, the taste of his tongue and the sensation of his hands tangled in my hair.
Everything felt right. Everything felt perfect.
And after the past few days, nothing has felt more important and alive than this.
He has the strangest ability to make me lose my breath with the way he uses his lips and his tongue. Much like him, it is passionate with a hint of danger and I can’t seem to get enough of it. And when his possessive and exploring hands, accompanied by his delicious kisses, touch every inch of me like he is hungry for me, I am left gasping for more.
So I let go and let him kiss me, move me, pull me completely into his lap as I finally met
