Nicole was so taken by the surprise attack of Marko’s lips that all she could do was grab onto his arms to steady herself.
Without breaking the kiss, Marko moved them to the sofa, pinning her down with his heavier body. His free hand roamed over her body, going under her top to rest on her midriff. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, but rather a very possessive one. It felt as if he was telling her that she belonged to him, that she was hers-without using words.
With nothing to do, Nicole’s hands went up his arms, her arms going around his shoulders as she answered the aggressive kiss with one of her own. She could not believe that Marko was there, kissing her the way he was, as if he had been thirsty for so long and she was his cool glass of water.
Marko suddenly broke the kiss, his head moving
