-Alana POV-
Want, need, thirst… call it what you want. But I want him, need him, thirsts for him.
As he kisses me, I pull on his shirt and the buttons fly off. We crash on the bed and I pull him closer with my legs wrapped around him, clinging to him. It is constricting and hard to move but I don’t want him to part from me.
We continue kissing, moaning into each other’s mouths. I pull on his blazer and he takes it off but it is not easy when we are so riled up. I wish I could snap my fingers and we would both be naked.
I get frustrated and pull on his shirt. The buttons fly off and I can hear a rip but he doesn't care. I continue pulling on his broken shirt until he takes it off. My fingers explore every inch of his muscles.
He then starts ripping my dress trying to get it off.
