Rafael
I didn’t know what I was doing. All I knew was that I’d wanted her since the day I saw her. Since the day I’d taken that knife to my back for her. Since she had the nerve to try to run away at her own parents’ funeral.
I brushed my lips against hers, and I felt her shudder.
I brushed my lips again; this time, I could feel her need in the way she held on to me tightly. I needed her too. I needed to feel those lips on mine.
She was like a drug to me, an addiction I couldn’t keep away from.
Tasting her soft lips, I felt like I would melt away.
Her lips ignited a fire of desire that burned through me as I kissed her.
She didn’t kiss me back at first, but suddenly, she grabbed my neck and pulled me closer, exploring my mouth with her tongue as she kissed me back.
I lost it. Desir
