*Willa*
When he finally breaks the kiss, only because even he needs oxygen, I steady myself with a hand on his chest, holding him at an arm's distance. "Levi, we need to talk."
"Sure, but not right now, there are other things I need to take care of first," he says, his hands grabbing my hips.
I glare at him. He is so infuriating when he does that; he has a way of just running you over like a bulldozer sometimes. "And what is that, if I may ask?"
"Of course, you may. I need to show you that you are mine, and what better way to do that than by taking you relentlessly until you beg for mercy," he says, a sexy smirk sliding over his face.
Okay, my ovaries just died, but at the same time, I get quite angry with him. He can't just come here and think I am just going to give into him like th
