No, no, it's wrong, she thought and with that she slightly pushed Amaan and walked away.
She had hardly reached the room when she felt a sudden pull and her back was against his hard chest while his hands sliding on her stomach. She leaned her neck sideways when she felt his lips on her neck giving him more access.
Asmaira, it's wrong, come out of it, her consciousness snapped at her but she was far lost.
Amaan couldn`t control his desire and started kissing her deeply, leaving his marks on her neck. The moment he felt her body, he felt an uproar inside him and he wanted to claim her. Asmaira could feel her body melting with his kisses while Amaan`s hands were busy undressing her, his lips never left her body as if he was not content.
His movements were gradual, savoring every moment
