Angelica’s POV:
I can feel slight fresh air breezing across my wet ankle. Barely breathing, my body was aching, no screaming for the man in front of me. Biting my cheek, I can feel his scorching heated hands traveling upward, from my ankle, up to my calves, towards my inner thigh, halting near my boiling core.
He didn’t say a single word, but his seductive electric blues said it all. He wants me as much as I want him, no, probably more. My body shudders when he circles his thumbs on my thigh, teasingly. Involuntarily, I shut my eyes, a whimper of pleasure escaped without my permission. Opening them, my face met Anthony, not knowing I had leaned forward.
“You are going to be the death of me,” he grunts out before, putting a hand on my head. Swiftly, he pulled me inward, crashing our lips
