(Roseian Lilliana St. Clair’s Point-of-View)

“Are you okay?” He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear as my chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. “Did I hurt you?”

He wiped the sweat from my forehead using his palm and I gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m perfectly fine, that felt incredibly good. It was amazing.”

He cupped my face with both of his hands and leaned closely, capturing my lips with his. My mouth was smashed against his lips as though he was attempting to destroy it. I pushed back, my lips were wide open, my tongue was protruding beyond his clenched teeth into the moist area within,...