Our lips are pleadingly and daintily blooming against one another. My eyelids closed a long time ago, but I can still feel his vigorously appealing gaze sweeping across my face. Due to the impending malfeasance, my heart is loudly thumping with the sound of rejoicing. Although it shouldn't be, it is.
This burning urge shouldn't be there, but it is. In his arms, I shouldn't be feeling this frail and convulsing, yet I do. Nothing is under my control, not even the sin that is beckoning to me. I cannot control my urge.
I am fully cognizant that everything about this is all wrong, yet it's just so compelling. This is extremely difficult for me to resist. I can't... Any other idea escapes my mind as he aggressively yet gently places his lips against mine. Right now, the only thing I want is
