A split second.
A split second is all it takes and the decision is made.
I push Arabella onto the kitchen counter before latching my lips onto hers, kissing her, biting her, punishing her.
My hands are gripping the roots of her hair to keep her head tilted backwards as she cries out— in pleasure or frustration, I don't know— when my hand cups her breast, rubbing her n****e with my palm, touching her through the thin tank top that she's currently wearing.
She kisses me back, ferociously and without reservations but I nibble on her bottom lip before pushing my tongue into her mouth, reminding her of how this isn't supposed to be for pleasure.
I dominate her, make her struggle for her breath as I devour her lips right before I pinch her pebbled n****e, seeming too excited for me to
