Rena
It feels so overwhelmingly natural, so profoundly right kissing Armani, as though our lips were designed by some cosmic architect specifically to fit perfectly together.
Our marriage certificate might be nothing more than an elaborate business transaction on paper, our wedding vows merely hollow words recited for show, but absolutely nothing about this kiss feels artificial or contrived. It warms me from the deepest core of my being outward, making my heart swell with unexpected emotion and my skin tingle with heightened sensitivity everywhere his body makes contact with mine. His strong arms tighten possessively around my waist, holding me securely against his broad chest, and though every fiber of my being wants desperately to sink further into his embrace, to continue exploring t
