FABIO
When our lips met, she made a strangled sound of surrender, immediately digging her hands into my hair. I kissed her harder, claiming her sounds as my own, making her lips mine, her taste all mine.
Let's call a truce for one night," I said, pressing three small kisses on her lips, one on each side and a lingering one in the middle, in the heart of her mouth "Give me all of you for one night, no holding back. Please, Cassy, I'll leave you alone after that but I haven't seen you in almost two weeks and . . . I just need tonight."
She stared at me for several painful beats, clearly strug-gling. And then, with a quiet, pleading sound, she reached up and pulled me to her, standing on her toes to get as close as she could.
My lips were rough and unyielding but she didn't move away, pre
