There’s a familiar feeling of something fluttering in the depths of my stomach, but it’s stronger than it ever was before. My hands travel up his stone hard back, making the chains rustle as I move. But neither of us seems to be bothered by that.
I moan into his mouth as he begins feeling me up everywhere he pleases, my heart skipping a beat each time his hand moves elsewhere. I don’t care how wrong things were left between us, and how messed up giving into him like this might be. I don’t care about anything else than what he’s doing to me right in this moment.
With his tongue slipping into my mouth, our kisses start to get more and more passionate, the heat radiating off our bodies like we’re on fire. Every touch burns on my skin, leaving me longing for more. I don’t ever want him
