Somehow, they made it through the large double doors and past the confusing hallways of the Cian's home.
Somehow they made it through the door amidst wild kisses and harsh breaths. She were a little drunk, but Ivette had enough presence to cup Cian's groin and rub her fingers against the length of it because she knew he liked it when she did that.
Ivette's breath whooshed out of her lungs when her back hit his door. He reached around her and twisted the door knob.
She sucked on his tongue and he groaned as he blindly walked them into his room and pushed her back on the bed roughly.
She might have minded if she was in the mood for gentle touches and caresses. But she wasn't. She wanted rough. She wanted wild. She wanted hard.
Ivette inched upward, motioning to unlace the gown but Cian
