ERICA
The kiss might’ve started slow but soon it escalated and became hungrier and desperate as I clutched my fingers in his hair and Antonio tightened his fingers around my throat. Even as my chest constricted for a lungful of oxygen I didn’t want to pull away from him and he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to do so himself. “Fûck, little devil. You make me insane with need and want and...” His eyes met mine, similar to liquid gold, and the unsaid word hung between us.
I cupped his cheek and leaned up to nibble on his bottom lip, matching the fever in his eyes. “Antonio...” There was no hiding the needy whimper that escaped me.
“My little devil...” He slipped his hand back between us and used his fingers to part my folds. “Are you feeling empty?” I nodded. “Words.”
“Yes... please.”
