EMILY'S POV
I felt his hold around my neck tighten, and I released a muffled sigh. My mind screamed at me in that moment, reminding me that we weren't supposed to be doing this. It was a wrong move that I was most likely going to regret.
But how could I push him away?
How could I push him, when he had to smell so good?! How could I, when he held my neck in such a possesive way that had my panties slowly getting soaked with wetness?
He sucked hard on my lower lip, his other hand grabbing my butt and squeezing roughly.
I pulled away for some air, very certain that my eyes were glazed over with passion. I met his eyes again, and he breathed roughly, his gaze so raw and hungry.
Subconsciously, I found myself stepping backwards, fighting so hard between letting my stupid desires swallow
