PENÉLOPE
"Witch," Ulises murmured in the midst of a kiss. "You're a witch, and I want you to make me burn in your damn fire..." He lowered his lips to my neck, planting kisses until he reached a strap of my dress, which he pulled down with his teeth.
Oh god, if I was that damn witch he spoke of, then we were enchanted. She was an evil witch because the spell she cast on him was working on me too, and I had no way of controlling it. He led me clumsily to the bedside table, where he sat me down, lifting me by my hips and burying his face in my breasts.
"Oh, you're driving me crazy," Ulises murmured against my chest. "You're pure heroin; the more I taste you, the more I want of you."
He moved up to my face to kiss me again before giving me a mischievous smile and moving down to my feet. H
