Twelve

Isabella

I pull away from the kiss when sense knocks into my head. What am I doing?

Dante doesn't even bother letting me go. He captures my mouth, sucking my lips, wet hot., possessive lips claiming mine. Only Heavens can save me now!

I am lost in this kiss. He kisses so well. I can't remember anyone who kissed me this good. Not even my dickhead ex-boyfriend.

We are out of breath when he finally lets me go. My dress is hitched up so high my ass is bare on the desk, only saved by my panties.

He pulls away and stands a good distance from me. His eyes scan my bare thighs and I don't even try to pull down my dress. He did this. And I didn't even bother stopping him.

I lost all sense of judgment when I felt him pressing his erection on my crotch. God! I want him. I want him on me and inside me. I haven't had sex in a long while and now my sex-crazed self has been aroused. I try hard not to stare at the bulge on his crotch.