Saint dragged me closer to his face where he pressed his lips against my own. His lips were so warm and soft as it coddled my own. I couldn't help but part my lips, allowing his tongue to slip inside.
The way he was kissing me was so intense. I could feel it throughout my entire body, especially my p***y. There was a throbbing ache that lurked deep in my core, begging him to touch me. No matter how hard my logic tried to fight it, it remained defeated.
I could hate Saint with my entire soul, but my lips, my body, my desire would always crave him. It scared me, but not the kind of scare that would make me cower under a bed... it was a thrill. Every sensation I felt in my body only intensified at being under the mercy of Santiago Rossi-the man I couldn't stand.
Saint pulled away from m
