Valerio
What is she doing to me?
I was completely lost in Octavia. Touching her wasn’t enough. I needed to feel her, taste her, memorize every inch of her. The intensity of what she made me feel from a single kiss was overwhelming. Her lips were desperate against mine as she straddled me on the bed, her body moving against mine, savoring the friction as much as I was.
I broke the kiss, letting my mouth trail down her neck to the mark on her shoulder. I loved seeing it there, a reminder that she was bound to me. She bit her lip as I pressed my mouth against it, clearly trying to suppress the sounds building in her throat, but a soft moan escaped anyway. My lips continued downward, worshiping the curve of her collarbone before dipping lower. My hands explored the strong lines of her body,
