The first time I saw his sinfully face, I know I was captivated by him.
He's tall with pitch black hair, thick eyebrow, pointed nose, red lips that you'll crave to be kissed by, perfect jaw, well-toned body and above all he's got blue eyes, as if you were bewitched and hipnotized by its charm whenever you stared at..
He's so perfect, sometimes cold but most of the time.. He's hot!
"What the hell are you doing?" his jaw tightened, his deep voice was cold as an ice.
My jaw dropped. "Ki-kissing y-you." I stuttered answering him. Biting my lower lip.
The edge of his lips quirked up. "That's not a kiss." he said. "Let me show you how to make a good kiss." I did not quite understand what was happening when I felt his warm hand against my waist, pulling me closer to him that our bodies almost molded to each other. And his hot lips to mine, I was overwhelmed and panicked when I felt the penetration of his tongue, savouring my mouth. It's a hot and passionate kiss.
I opened my eyes when I felt his kiss moving, from my lips to my jaw and it went down to my neck.. s**t. I did manage to push him away, still panting from our kiss. I stared at his sleepy eyes, he looked like he got out from a deep sleep. "That's how you kissed." and then he smirked..