VENUS
I was drowning in the sea of his kiss and his column-like shoulders were my only anchors. I clutched at them, hungry for something but having no idea what it was. He pulled at my hair, baring my throat for his assault. He was everything I hated and wanted at the same time. His hot, hard thighs held me in place, pushing me into the bed.
My hands touched whatever skin it could find, desperation building up within me. He ground against my hips, teasing a moan out of my lips. He nibbled on my chin, working his way back to my lips. On his arrival, I opened up for him as if I was created for his touch and he ate me whole.
I found spots on his back where he liked to be touched and when I trailed my fingers down his spine, he groaned deep in his throat, destroying his control. His
