52: Fiery Passion

Before I could give any reaction, Lucius kissed me again. He sucked on my lip, and just like a slave ruled by his master, my lip spontaneously opened. He gave me hard and unforgiving kisses. His arm was tight around my waist, while his other hand was on my nape, pulling it gently so I could open my mouth better for his deeper kiss.

I was so close to his arm. I equaled his hot kisses with mine. His lips followed a provocative rhythm, kissing me in a skillful way, as if he had long mastered this art. I didn't know that just a kiss could get rid of guilt. This is it.

So I was still very drunk when he withdrew the kiss. I catch my breath. He looked at me with dark weary eyes, lips parting a bit.

I almost shivered when his hand touched my waist. Every flick of his tongue was full of ardor. I was so close to his shoulder when he lifted me and put me down to the lawn beside the glistening river.

Crouching in front of me like a dominant hunter ready to end his long famine, he pulled my nape a