I slant my lips over hers, consuming the plush planes of her mouth with absolute authority.
There is nothing gentle about the way I nip and suck, the way I part her lips with my tongue and gorge myself on her taste.
Hope resists for a moment, but then she melts into me. She gives into my beastical need letting it carry us both beyond any form of sanity, of reason.
My beast is taking control but I'm beyond caring. There is only Hope, only her sweetness filling my nose and her soft mouth giving way to mine.
My kiss is frantic, raw, desperate. My lips battle hers and she whimpers when I press forward, get deeper.
Hope gasps against my lips, her hands on my chest between us as if she's struggling between pushing me away and pulling me closer.
My d**k doesn't understand her struggle. Hi
