Damon
I was walking a slippery slope. It was hard not to, after all, Isabella was a slippery slope herself. Being around her made me feel like I was being sucked into a whirlpool or a black hole that threatened to take rather than give. But it wasn't a painful experience, neither was it something I was hoping to live for.
She moaned beneath me as I kissed her softly. I could tell that she was skeptical and probably would prefer it if she left, so I deemed it would be best not to scare her off. Her hand slowly moved from where it was on the bed and wrapped around my neck, her fingers threading through my hair.
Our tongues danced together, passionately and slowly, in a wet, sloppy kiss that did nothing but drive me insane with lust as my d**k strained painfully against the trousers I wore
