Finally naked, Rory breaks the kiss and takes a short step back to study me.
“Oh, you are perfect,” he whispers. “My beautiful Angel.”
Before I have time to blush, he lifts me into his bed, kissing me again. I open my legs for him, raising my hips to let him enter me. I don’t have time for foreplay. There is a desperate urge inside me. I need him as fast as possible. It’s out of nowhere, but it’s intense. It’s like I’m in the desert and finally found water.
Rory is on another page. He takes his time enjoying my body. His hands explore me, cupping my breasts and following my curves. He kisses my neck and licks my marking spot. Something I usually wouldn’t allow. It’s too intimate. But when Rory does it, I almost get an 0rgasm from the sparks it generates. A conflicted part of me wants hi
