ROMAN
I should have been more angry that she defiled my orders. I wanted to but the pitiful tilt of her head stole the edge of my anger. My lips pressed against hers again, sensual, slow, dragging, savouring every inch.
She leaned into me, her hand slid up my body, planting her fingers into my hair as her lips glided against mine— hinting me to make it rougher, not the slow and steady way I kiss.
My lips curled into a smirk while I let her ache for more. It was so thrilling to see her want more and that was what I wanted exactly…. Punishing her until she begs for it— better still, cry for it.
My hand sneaked around her waist, finger tight around it before drawing small circles on her hips then grabbing her rounded buttocks, giving the exact squeeze they needed.
“Hmmm,” Ave
