Georgia's POV
As a result of my rage, I quickly kicked him and began running, but I stopped because I was afraid he'd doubt my quick escape, so I pretended I fell on the floor, and he helped me get up, and he kissed me sweetly, "Don't ever kick me again."
"But what are you doing?" he inquired between our kisses.
"You are making me nervous."
"I want to have s*x with you...we haven't done it in a while." He stated as he moved one hand across my panties, and I moaned as I felt his finger encircling my hole. "Hmm..."
"Hugo..." I bite my lower lip and feel as though his touch, kisses, and hypnotic gaze make me drunk with the desire to kiss him; at times, I don't understand myself; I don't want it, yet I do.
He lays me on the bed, and I can feel his heavy body on top of me, but his aroma
