SKYLA.
The moment he cups the back of my neck, his fingers threading into my hair, my heart leaps. His grip is firm but not rough. There’s enough strength to show me he’s in charge, yet not so rough that I can’t relish and enjoy the feel of his touch on me.
And then his lips are on mine, making every thought leave my head, replaced by intense passion and pleasure. I feel giddy and light-headed as intense tingles rush through me, sending a jolt straight to my p***y.
I can’t help but whimper against his lips.
Lord… I get it…
Fuck, I get why I can’t get over him since that moment in the club.
This man has magic in his every touch.
He kisses me slowly yet deeply, every brush of our lips igniting a volcano of heat and desire within me. It’s even hotter knowing he’s trying to control hims
