Undeserving of Donald duck

My face reddens with the sudden twist of words and the proximity between our bodies.

After doing what he did now, he's coming to tease me.

"Nico…" I try to push him off me but he holds my wrists, raising it and pinning it above my head.

I stare up at him, breathing heavily. Why was I suddenly breathing this way??

What's he even doing? I'm pissed at him he shouldn't even try to…

He captures my lips with his destroying my train of thoughts and it's train station.

I try to free my hands from his grip so I can touch him, but he holds them tighter, deepening the kiss.

After a few moments of kissing, he pulls away then licks my lips with his tongue.

"Why did you do that?" I ask panting, trying to catch my breath after he stole it from me.

"I wanted to know what you taste like" He answers, licking his lips.

"So what do I taste like?" I ask staring at his lips.

"come il mio (like mine)" He answered in Italian, taking his head down to bite my neck giving me more pleasure than pain.

"See. I've