His mouth is on mine, and our tongues fight for dominance as we dive into the passion, with his hands roaming on my body like he is taking ownership. He has my wrists still locked over my head with one hand, liking the torture he makes me put through. Winning against him is out of the question, yet I try but fail when he has that upper hand with me trapped and helpless beneath him. Slow and sensual touch on my skin ignites something in me, making me feel alive with every cell of my body's response under the tip of his fingers and warm kisses as he leaves me breathless and trails his wet lips to my throat, down to my neck. My chest rises and falls hard and breathless, and I press my head on the cold surface of the desk beneath me and take audible breaths from my mouth with my eyes close