When Petra and Bryan arrived home, they barely walked through the front door before they started kissing intensely. Bryan's hands roamed over Petra's body—they were on fire.
— Petra, tell me you don't want this — Bryan said. — If you don't say anything, I won't be able to control myself.
— But I want to — Petra replied. — I want you; I've never wanted anything as much in my life as I want you.
Bryan growled and lifted her up, making her wrap her legs around his hips as they continued to kiss passionately.
— Make me yours, Bryan... — Petra moaned, while Bryan kissed her neck.
— With great pleasure — Bryan whispered hoarsely in Petra's ear.
They ascended to the bedroom, where Petra, perched on Bryan's lap, kissed his neck and ran her hands through his hair, pulling it gently.
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