Anika:
If there's one thing I'll never grow tired of, it's kissing and being kissed by Matteo.
I can't explain it, but there's something he does to me that makes me melt with a kind of violence known only to prey animals and lovers.
It's intoxicating, too much... And yet, never enough.
His lips are glued to mine while my nails dig into his shoulders. He's kissing me like he’s starved, and I’m the only thing that will satiate him.
I feel heat pooling my thighs.
Matteo parts my lips wider with his tongue and practically starts fúcking my mouth with it. It's ferocious. Wolfen.
He tastes of salt and mint and something coppery that wakes up every last dormant cell under my skin.
And it not just his mouth that's making me go weak in the knees. It’s all of him. His hands and chest and
