Maya

His lips come down on mine hard. He roughly pushes his fingers into my hair, angling my head to give him better access. It’s like he’s pouring all his pent-up emotions of frustration and confusion into the kiss.

I moan when his tongue slips between my lips, leading to an ache between my legs, spreading, begging to be eased. My hands fly to his shoulders when he jerks me against him until I’m on top of him, straddling him. The kiss is hungry, raw, carnal. He nips at my lower lip before thrusting his tongue back in and if he wasn’t holding me in his arms, I would have fallen because I feel my entire body melt.

Soon enough we’re on my bed in the suite. Richard is slowly taking off his shirt. When it comes off, he turns his attention back to my lips.

“You don’t have to…