CATALINA
The kiss was rough, demanding, urgent.
His hand was cupped firmly on the back of my neck, the pressure increased. I didn't know why, but I parted my lips, inviting him. A tiny moan escaped my throat as his tongue met mine. His mouth moved over mine, crushing down harder each passing second. His teeth nipped painfully at my lip, a second moan escaped me.
He stopped suddenly and looked down at me. His eyes were darker now. They were filled with pleasure. Dangerous pleasure.
“You don't know the things I want to do to you Catalina.”
I couldn't form a response. I only looked at him. His face was that of a man overcome by lust and desires.
“I own you don't I? Take off your clothes.”
Like someone under a spell, I slowly began to undress. My eyes were still fixed on his. Somehow
