CHAPTER 68: THE ESCAPE

I know that everything that he does is not brought by magic but by alcohol. It poisoned his mind, and I'm the victim. A favored one.

Tasting his mint and bitterness from his tongue, I closed my eyes and answered his kisses.

Whatever happens next, it's all up to fate.

Gripping on the collar of his shirt, I pulled him close.

Placing a hand behind my head, he deepened the kiss as if he were thirsty for me. His touches are neither smooth nor rough. It's in between, and that's what makes it even more perfect.

"Fuck, I need you," he moaned before lifting me from the floor and laying me to bed without breaking the kiss.

I'm getting suffocated, but I like the way it feels because when he pulled away, I felt so empty.

He took his clothes off and left nothing but his underpants. I mirrored his nakedness.

He looked at me like it was the first time. The desire danced in his eyes as it raked down my body and salivated for a taste.

As if I were a fragile being, his hand softly reached for my skin t