65. Tastes like mine

ERICA

Antonio pushed me against the wall, his body pressed into mine as he deepened the kiss with a hungry groan. He held me tight, to the point of bruising me as his kiss went from desperate to angry as if he was punishing me for making him feel this way.

I gave into his demands, my body was starving for his lips and hands. I wanted him with a desperation of my own so when he pulled back a whimper left me before I could stop it. One moment I was against the wall, looking into his intense glowing eyes and the very next moment he slipped his hand to the back of my head and pulled me away from the wall. His golden gaze seemed to dug through layers of my feelings as he stared at me for a long minute before he kissed me again.

“On your knees.” He growled roughly.

I caught a glimpse of uncertainty in his eyes as if he wasn’t sure if I will obey his command. But where he was concerned, my body was his to do with, he was the one who introduced it to pleasure after all. I didn't take my eyes