However, the kiss didn’t stay sweet. Before long, it turns wild and I feel breathless at the way Luis adds varying degrees in the intensity of his kisses. I can sense his experience, but more than that, I can feel his passion. It’s there, boiling, as if the marking had done something to connect me to him.
Then his mouth moves down as if mimicking the way his hands continue to explore my naked body underneath him. When his head slides between my chest, I reach for his head and caress his hair. Soft, a contrast to the muscular body that’s pinning my body down on the bed.
Abruptly, he pulls away. His eyes scour my body while my arms are lying on my side. When his fingers trail my collarbone and down my chest, I start to struggle, but he keeps my legs between him so I can’t move.
“Rhian…” h
