"L-Lucif-" I was interrupted by him punching the wall directly on the right side of my head, I jumped up as an instinct. His hand was still pressured against the wall as I lowered my head down, to gaze at the floor not wanting to look into his merciless eyes.
"Shut the fu*k up, Vanessa," he whispered against my neck. "Hai un odore così dannatamente bene, ll'amore" His voice was so deep and lustful as he muttered those words to me against my skin. A tear fell from my eye and slid down all the way to my chin leaving it to form a not yet fallen drop of liquid taking the form of an icicle. (Translation: You smell so damn good, love)
He began laying soft, wet kisses on his way up from my neck to my lips where he captured them in his. His pink lips are even softer than I remembered at the nig
