Anjola
It was there again. That biological reaction. The question on my mind was why wasn't I fighting him, why didn't I care to? Did I like what he was doing? The word pounded through me. I didn't like it but how could something so wrong feel so good. His tongue explored deeper energizing the recklessness in this forbidden passion. The deeper, He kissed me, the stronger the passion became, breaking every wall I had, and just like that, Diablo tore his mouth away from mine. I let out a protesting moan when he did that but thank God, The sanity that evaded me returned.
"I'm sorry. I know I made a promise." He said, retreating.
"You said s*x. We only kissed."
"So you're saying I'm at liberty to do it again...Right?"
God! He was so well versed in twisting my words. Was that something h
