His mouth covered mine and I was shocked by the way his tongue probed into my mouth without a struggle.
The same taste of the night we spent together.
That ravenous monster from that night captured my mind again and the control of my body too.
I could feel I was getting wet for him.
I wanted to wrap his waist with my legs like we did that night. I wanted to tear his shirt and feel his fit abs again. I wanted him to open my thighs domineeringly as he was that night and put his length into my pussy again.
I remembered how amazing it worked. We were matched perfectly on bed.
I felt every cell of mine was well aroused as his tongue swirls around mine deliciously. With my vague sight, I caught his eyes, opened and watchful.
“So you remembered that night, right? Miss Hood?”
His tone was heavier and deeper. His brow raised and I found him inviting. But for some reason, I doubt if he really meant those words.
A thought hit me when I caught that flash smirk on his face.