7. Moaning his name

Amayra

He looked away behind the wall. However, I didn't know what was happening inside me. I looked at him, clenching my jaw, grabbed his collar tightly and pulled him closer to me. Without giving him a chance to realize the situation, I captured his lips with mine.

I kissed him my heart out with all the desire and passion I had ever had for a man. He didn't respond to me for a long time when I was roughly nibbling his brims with frustration and anger, pressing his hard robust body with mine. He had grabbed my waist and there was a revolver in his right hand which was placed on my neck.

It was freaking me out when he wasn't responding to me. But I could feel his finger strokes on my back which was exciting me to want him more. I nibbled his bottom lips, running my fingers into his deep hairs. It felt like I was experiencing the same night again. I slid my hand from his neck down to his chest, beneath his shirt to touch his bare skin. I