Trishal’s POV
My mind couldn't process what was happening yet.
His soft lips were on mine, his tongue invaded, devoured and plundered my mouth till I couldn't breathe.
As if reading my mind, he stopped and whispered hoarsely against my lips. "Breathe Trisha, breathe."
I groaned against his mouth, Goddess knows, I've wanted this for as far back as I could remember laying my eyes on him.
My hands found their way to circle round his neck naturally as I drew on his lips, enjoying every moment. It was soft, it was rough, filled with pent-up emotions and frustration.
I moaned into his mouth as his hands went to my backside and squeezed it gently.
His lips left mine to travel down my neck, as I further arched into his embrace, wishing I could meld my body with his, so he could be…
"Mine."
