Chapter thirty six

CAMILA SILVA

Five years. Five years without feeling his lips next to mine, without feeling his hand roaming my body, setting it on fire whenever he touched it.

Actually, it was almost six years without him, without this moment. Without feeling his hand squeezing my buttocks eagerly in the middle of the kiss, making the middle of my legs even more eager for his attention.

When his mouth rested on top of mine, his tongue asking for passage. I didn't think twice, giving him the permission he so desired, mimicking his act with even greater brutality. At that moment, what was only five years became decades by the intensity of the kiss, by our surrender.

I can feel when my heart skipped a beat, simultaneously my whole body shivering when he scratched the back of my neck. In the middle of the kiss, I let out a heavy sigh, taking my hands to his hair, pulling it tight, pulling it back. His beard brushes across my face, making my legs wobbly. It tickled, scratching simultaneously. A good, inte