Ambrose’s lips hovered on top of mine while his hand rubbed my back gently. His tongue delved in my cavern, making me moan in pleasure while he dominated me.
My hands are clumped on his chest and I didn’t care anymore. He was holding me like he has no plans on letting me go, kissing me like his life depended on it. He sucked on my lower lip before smiling against my mouth.
“Should we break your second rule today again?” he asked, breathing heavily.
I groaned and pulled his face closer to mine again. His kisses already built a different kind of emotional turmoil in my system—an insane need for pleasure—that I only feel every time he touches me. I don’t care about that stupid second rule of mine anymore. I just want one thing. And that’s for him to make me high of his touch.
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