Diara
Kennis was in front of me in two long strides, pinning me against the wall, and kissed me like I was his water after months of being denied! I turned my head to the side, struggling to get him off me. If he kept this up, I’d end up bruised.
“N-no, get away from me!” I groaned.
“Shh, please don’t fight,” he said, his voice taking on a grave tone as he gripped my waist. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach, and his lips descended onto my neck, nipping and kissing. A wave of heat washed over me, and I found myself enjoying his touch despite my better judgment. My heart fluttered. No, I couldn’t allow myself to get involved with him again.
“Get off me!” I exclaimed, pushing him away.
“Can you just not fight me for once?” he growled.
“I won’t, because I want yo
