This week’s six is from my follow up to Elora’s Match.

Mustering up a hard expression, I opened the door and took a step back to wait for his apology. When he didn’t speak, I forced myself to look at him… To look at his beautiful face, his broad, muscled body, his thick hair I just wanted to tangle my fingers in.

He wasn’t here to apologise. Instead he gave me a sultry grin and stepped over the threshold into the home and claimed my mouth with such ferocity and possession that I couldn’t have pulled away even if I wanted to.

Instead I submitted to him, whining when his hands gripped my waist tightly and his tongue massaged my own. Tangling my fingers in his hair I moaned into the kiss, letting myself feel nothing but pleasure. 

 

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