Chapter-21

Our lips collided, a wildfire igniting between us—consuming me as a whole. His impatient hands moved towards my hips, claiming me as his own. Effortlessly lifting me off the ground I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist. His muscles bulged against mine, yet the bulging erection between his legs aroused me more.

Letting out a shaky breathless gasp, I entwined my fingers in his tousled locks, giving in to his fervent kiss that conveyed a mixture of solace and insatiable hunger, I loved him. I loved him even though the word shouldn’t be used as often, I could scream it on top of my lungs every day.

I moaned into his mouth.

I was not drunk, yet. But his kisses were intoxicating. His touch was thrilling. I could never get enough of him, not even if God gave me thousands of lives. Silvio Salvatore was both my damnation and salvation. And I embraced that wholeheartedly.

The rhythmic throb of my heart echoed fiercely within my chest, while my pulse danced and trembled with a playful