Ivy
I don’t know where we are because my mouth hasn’t left Azrael’s yet. But we’re in a room, kissing and tearing each other’s clothes off!
I whimper into his mouth as he slams me against a wall. I can sense we’re in a room but aren’t making it to a bed or couch. I’m not sure which because I don’t know what room we’re in.
Azrael pulls out of the kiss and, with a firm grip on my wrists, pins them above my head. His dark eyes hold mine and my puss.y is gushing. My panties are soaked! His powerful body is pressed against mine. I can feel the heat of his skin, sending tingles of pleasure through my very being.
“I love that you’re so independent.” He tells me with a kiss to my neck, making me groan. “I love that you’re not afraid to stand up for yourself and especially me.” His hand between
