That was all it took for his fingers to lock into her hair and hold her head firmly. His lips returned to her in an almost punishing manner and she tried to brace herself against his arms as she moaned quietly.
His lips was almost bruising against hers and she had never been more thrilled. For once, he wasnt handling her like a frail and weak girl whom he had to look out for; he was handling her like a woman he had insane passion for.
His lips moved from her lips to her chin and down to her throat. She tilted her head back as he hungrily kissed and sucked on the delicate skin, her lips parted as she moaned quietly.
She felt his other hand impatiently brush a strap of her chemise from her shoulder before his lips moved to kiss her exposed shoulder down to the soft swell of her breast.
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