AMARA'S POV
“Are you sure you—
“Stop talking, it's torture. Just kiss me already” I cut him off, my breath raising.
And that was all it took, his eyes snapped with love, lust, longing.
“I missed you,Dove” he muttered, and then his face haul on mine, crashing his lips on mine and I responded in same haste, my stomach howling, my body heated, that I could feel n****e poking in the bra.
I could taste him in every part of my bud. The spice sharp mint, his sharp tongue rolling against mine.
It was as if the heaven could hear our unholy sounds as a chilly wind blow through the open window, falling the bed lamp on the bedstand.
My eyes went drowsy, and the kiss stole my breath, when his hands slid down my back.
My eyes closed in ecstasy. He lifted my half-bra from my breast, as the babie
