Chapter Thirty-Two

DAWN. 

"You're going to be the fucking death of me!"

He growls before dipping his head down and laying his claim over my lips, mashing his against mine, using his grip on my waist to bring my body flushed against his large one—impossibly close to each other. 

As our lips collide and he ravages my mouth like it's the last and only thing keeping him alive, like it's his only last string of insanity, awakening within the depth of me passion that drips between my thighs and have my pussy clench against my thong, creaming the poor thing. 

I can no longer hide how I feel about this man. I have been for so fucking long and it's become so damn unbearable. So fucking tiring. I can no longer hide the feelings that burst in me with every slight touch of his. With every kiss escaping his lips that I greedily take. With every moan that slips through my parted lips, which he captures greedily, and soft velvet kisses that seem so fucking wild and roug