Mark pov,

I kissed her furiously, making her breathless. She is struggling to catch her breath. Her hands are fighting to get out of my grip, but I cared the least. She tastes sweeter than honey and her lips are softer and smoother, like rose petals. I don’t wanna break the kiss and stop drinking her beauty, but if I don’t give a halt, she may faint on my bed. I moved apart, breaking the kiss. She panted, breathing hard. Her eyes are closed, exhausted. She is unable to hold my kiss than what about my make-out session.

Will she be able to handle my passion?

“Are you alive?” I...