He was slowly moving his lips now going to her trembling lips when she decided to gather all her strength and told him in a shuddering voice. “Lexandro Montaro, stop it. Alright, I will join you.”
He suddenly stopped and looked at her with a devilish grin. “It is too late to control me now, pretty, little wifey-to-be,” he hoarsely said, then quickly dropped his lips on top of hers and devoured them hungrily.
Her eyes grew wide while her limbs grew weak. She sought support from him by wrapping her hands around his neck. He, on one hand, scooped her buttocks with his right hand and pulled her closer while his kiss became wild; his tongue was wandering inside her mouth trying to get hold of her own tongue.
She was getting so weak, and her mind spun in a whirlwind way. She has no control o
