ROSALINDA.
I had never been attracted to anyone the way I was attracted to the man standing before me. Every inch of my skin tingled at his gaze. My entire being burned for him. I wanted him inside me, and that was all I could think about.
I hurriedly stood on my tiptoe, my desperation palpable in the way I smashed my lips against his, kissing him like I wanted to suck his soul out.
He reciprocated my yearnings by quickly lifting me up into his muscular arms and trudging towards the bed in long strides with me in his arms. Our lips never leaving each other.
He finally halted when a barrier blocked him—the bed—and he threw me into it.
As I stared into his lustful eyes, I could tell that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him, and that realisation aroused me even more.
“I want you,
