The kiss is rough, dominant, and demanding. It’s also totally unexpected and takes my breath away. I writhed beneath the pressure of his lips, wanting more than I could tell. My body is heating with the unknown fire and I'm the moth. Or my desire is.
With his hands gripping both sides of my head, Crew ravages my mouth until I’m meowing and shaking all over, clutching the lapels of his shirt. I don't know where I am but I'm definitely out of the world for a little while here.
Breathing hard, he breaks away and stares at me with eyes like fire.
He takes the neckline of my dress in both hands. With one hard yank, he rips it wide open, tearing the fabric apart. Then he latches onto one of my exposed n*****s and sucks on it, hard.
When I gasp and yelp, he grips both my breasts in his han
